Dazzle Me, Myrical
How she danced,
How he tranced,
The way she moved,
Would cause him to swoon.
Glazed eyes of concentration,
Careful, contemplative consideration,
He yearned to wrap her up in complete domination,
He wanted her to stimulate his privation.
But he would watch her dance,
As though he were swallowed in a dream,
He would feel her up,
Throwing cash to encourage the obscene.
And alas, he sees the stars and lights reflected from her breasts,
That was all he noticed, he didn't really care about the rest.
He didn't need the worry of knowing,
That this masked gyrator had kids at home,
He didn't want to know about the stomachs she had to feed,
All he wanted to know was if she had the Double D's,
Looking at that dress,
He could very well confess,
That if loving that body was wrong,
Then may his righteousness be long gone.
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