All Gold


She was all gold

her shimmering

glistening veils 

ready to cover herself

ready to dance

ready to uncover herself. 

Who could fail to be seduced

as she twined round the pole

as she strutted her stuff

as she sat on the laps.

Her platter is gleaming

still empty for now

as she wonders

who she will capture,

whose head will it bear tonight.


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