tangled tan

sweat,

so wet and piston hot,

dripping profusely

from the tip

of your nose 

as you work

the pole.

you dance like a tigress

in the throws

and purr

like a kitten

that knows

her moment of truth

is just around the bend.

lift it up 

and slide it down

that ass

is a work of art

so round and brown.

the heat 

we generate

is a check it

and see

gauge...

one hundred and three

and rising

as we change

and you look back

at me.

i smack the bread

and watch it jiggle,

watch it wiggle

but this ain't

jell-o

as we finagle

the next round of brazilians.

the arch of your back

calls out to me

and i answer

with saturated

redness

that inhales

salty sweetness.

i listen to satisfaction

escape

pomegranate lips

and land 

on the psyche

of my voracity.

you tumble down

and soon

i'm following after.