poem for a stripper

– margo –

beautiful blue eyes,
maybe wishing to be somewhere else,
i don’t know,
still too new,
too young,
just like her.

a venus incarnate,
one among the crowd,
but still special,
bright spark,
when she shows it,
hidden behind shuttered windows,

they glow when she opens them,
but that’s rare,
i’d like to see that more,
yeah a bit more

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