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The Stripper

Contributed by softerware on Thursday, 27th July 2017 @ 04:34:39 AM in AEST
Topic: goodbyepoetry



To those who knew it best;
It bore the name burlesque.

They called it bump and grind;
A walking dance designed;

To raise your pulse and heartbeat;
To cymbols and drumbeat.

And from an early age;
I watched her from backstage;

She walked across the footlights;
Wearing feathers and silk skin-tights,
With extended fingertips;
She peeled a glove off with her lips;

Blew a kiss outloud;
And twirled it to the crowd.

Breathless for a peek, as she turned the other cheek;
Grinding hips in sultry dips; sequined eyes, vermillion lips!

Giving us her best; while wearing less and yes;
A promise to deliver; in every little quiver!

Each night she left alone;
Only I could walk her home.
She saved her kisses for me;
And swore that she adored me.

I knew her as a friend and wife;
And all the roles she played through life.

The empty stage to you belongs;
Goodnight,
I love you dearly mom.




Copyright © softerware ... [ 2017-07-27 04:34:39]
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Re: The Stripper (User Rating: 1 )
by Puppy_dog_eyes on Thursday, 27th July 2017 @ 02:49:42 PM AEST
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Reminds me that you can be different things to different people, the public persona and the private person as it were.
Wasn/'/t sure how it was going to develop given the start but the fondness flows through at the end

Steve


Re: The Stripper (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 30th July 2017 @ 04:01:40 AM AEST
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we went there me just a kid
in the early eighties they cut off
research funding, when Reagan was president.
We went there for food, it was not good, not the best.
Juan, Petkis et al, went there to see her
she was a he we later found out., hard to believe
but it were true.
You wonder what a show is, what a show is for.
I don/'/t know what a show is - however I like Natalie Wood.
Peace!


Re: The Stripper (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Sunday, 30th July 2017 @ 06:32:04 PM AEST
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Big smiles!!!!
Great flow too!


Re: The Stripper (User Rating: 1 )
by Invierno on Sunday, 6th August 2017 @ 12:19:18 AM AEST
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chills are still a/'/runnin the hills and valleys of my mind.

Invierno




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