She makes her way across to center stage
Awaiting to reveal her soul to those
Who've come to find their pleasure in a cage
Of which she frees herself; her clothes

Are peeled away and dropped with every beat
Unveiling temples that are so sublime.
And wrapping poles, her head below her feet,
She twists among the fallacs that she climbsÉ

Then dances all along the stages edge
And captures those who seem the most entranced.
While gathering the bills her watchers pledge
She asks them if they'd like a private dance.

So soft a flesh to touch that does invite,
The grinding - rubbing ecstasy that night.