She turns
Rotating
On the axis
Of the balls of her feet
As she rubs moisturizer
Into the skin
Of her toned
Well-maintained body.
She revolves
Without hurry
In her own time
Paying no attention to me.
Palms lathered
Smoothing her
Solid flesh.
She looks up coyly
And catches me watching her.
She knows
I’m unpredictable in so many things.
But when there is music
And a naked woman
Performing in front of me...
I will watch
Until the very end
Forseen.
Until the springs loosen
Of all their tension
And she stops
Suddenly
With the last
Faltering chimes
Of a soft song.
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