Shake Dancer

Tassels everywhere
Even in places requiring more
care

Swagger and bounce
all about pounds
forget the ounce

Cool but hot
Make you feel like you
just smoked pot

Movin and Groovin'
all of that a dream
in the end it's all provin'

Curves meet swirves
in and out of the jeans
bring out the pervs

The Stage plays on the
age in chains in a
cage

But it's the leather
that changes the weather
whenever replacing pleather

Take it home
to hit it and roam
What's with all the foam

On the Dresser
the hand meets the professor
Never the confessor who is the lesser

One could never tell the mind
was neglected for the behind
tappin so unkind at times

Feelings would mean dealings
and not counting the cracks in
the ceiling

'Cause while one is on
the back there could be a
heart attack

Chancing a bill not being
paid after being laid
then laying flat like shade

But even the boudoir is
a stage
when Body's not shoddy on the page

Who prays for the trophy
without being mean
Praying for the beauty to never end
being seen

Pray to get a Giver
only
A prime example of a liver
Never should be lonely