Friday, 12 April 2013

THE STRIPPER OF DESIRE



She was just a stripper
In a nightclub far away
Just a simple ripper
Of clothes that did not wish to stay.
Her nubile breasts did throb
To the music wild and loud
Her robe the clubbers wished to grab
So that she stood as naked as a cloud.

I was just a loser
A loser who had lost my way
Just a simple rabble rouser
Of people who did not like to stay.
My body was old and wasted
But my spirit was young and free.
My addictions were too many
But I still believed in me.

She was more interested in the money
That they threw at her feet
She was not bothered about eyes so many
That raped her while on her feet.
At the climax of her show
As the music reached a crescendo
Her clothes she would throw
While the audience did kisses blow.

I was more interested in the liquor
That they served at the bar
I didn't even glance at her
My eyes were vacant and afar
At the end of my umpteenth drink
As the fumes did hit my brain
I was on consciousnesses brink
As I felt relieved of my pain

She did finish her act
While I did at my table fall
Everyone else turned away with tact
But she came over though I did not call
She lifted me as I rested on her shoulder
Supported me and did make me walk
She took me with her across the heather
Though others at the very thought did baulk

She put me to sleep on her bed
And watched over me while I slept
Whenever I woke up I was fed
And she held me tight while I wept.
I then got up to leave
But she told me not to go
I did not wish to cleave
But stayed as I had nowhere else to go

She would take me every night
When she went to earn her living
but I could not bear the sight
of her daily ritual of stripping.
One night on our return
As she was undressing for bed
I sat watching her with concern.

I watched as her breasts broke free
From the harness of her undergarment
They were so beautiful and seemed to make a plea
Plead for hands that would worship not torment
As my senses were aroused gradually as was my soul
I ached to take her in my arms and love her forever
For she had healed me and made me whole
I was therefore fascinated and wished to merge together

She looked at me with disgust
As my arousal I could not hide
You are all the same when you witness a bust
She said as my passion then deflated and died
You long just for the flesh of dirty mud and dust
And desire a mere excretory organ which opens wide
How cheap all you men are when in lust
She scorned while she my lust had killed

I looked down in embarrassment so shoddy
While she looked on serenely and calmly
All I wanted was your soul but you desired my body
So you must leave me now, she said coldly.
Me and my said unclean excretory organ
Felt sad that we had to leave but wanted to stay badly
Since we had made fools of ourselves
For indeed us men never understand women, sadly.

1 comment:

  1. Great poem with lots of emotion and powerful images. Well done. Good luck with the blog. Would be thrilled if you could check mine out - just started really - mylifemywordsmypoetry.blogspot.com

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