Pole Top

"Open your eyes, possess the prize..."

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From top the pole

On hover high

Clenched in hold

Oblique the thigh

Sirius summons

Vortex beckoned 

His hardening hearkened 

Diva’s cunning

Rhapsodizing… hypnotized 

Her reverie surprise

Revelations on the rise

Perusing, hand-cruising his prize!

On slow descent

Each muscle spent

His eros assent

Her plied foment

Her circular motion

A lacy potion

His princely lotion

Pyretic rise

Published 12 years ago

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