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Private Dancer

PoetessAurora

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Kansas City/Springfield, Missouri
For eleven years she took ballet
Complete with pink to-tos and slippers
She hoped to be a famous lead dancer
In "Swan Lake" and wear a pretty white dress
But things don't always go as planned

Because money's tight once again
With 5 mouths to feed at home plus unpaid bills
Mom left with the man next door one night
She never even said good-bye
Unless that's what you call
The note she left on the refrigerator
Dad pulls a double everyday at the factory
Then comes home and drinks his fears away
Downing a bottle of gin each time

Our little dancer becomes the parent
For 3 smaller siblings at the age of 17
And a nurse for her alcoholic father
Which really means she takes all the abuse
So that the younger ones are safe
She quits dance lessons, sells her shoes
Gives up her dreams of being famous
Puts a hair net and apron on for work
Five hours a day at a greasy burger joint
For six fifty-seven an hour

One night, at 1am, in the ally behind her work
A proposition is made to her by a friend
He would pay her big bucks in advance
If she'll strip dance at a party on Saturday
He tells her when he'll pick her up
And that she should wear something sexy and fun

Saturday comes, she's looking her best
In a black mini skirt and hot pink v-neck
With strappy black heels, she borrowed from a friend
A basement door opens followed by a cloud of smoke
Eight or nine guys gaze as she walks down the stairs
"Start dancing now" one says and the music flips on

She dances to the beat, shaking her hips
Stripping down to her ice blue thong
A break is called for, someone hands her a drink
Then more dancing, individual for each guy
Until she gets really tired and sits down
A hand rests on her upper thigh
More hands hold her down

As she is held there, helpless and silent
In her mind she pictures a little girl
Twirling about on her toes, very gracefully
The ballet dancer has become a private dancer
Now she's famously lying on some random guys floor
 
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Ouch. Dark, floating in a sea of dark. And very well done because it makes me feel that way.
 
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sensational piece.
i was wondering, after reading your other writings, why you had called yourself "poetess"... now i concur.
this art is so full of emotion and purpose.
i only hope that's not your story, no need to say.
but i promise i'll be back to read this again and again, i may even show people.
 
i thought id already read this one :\

...excellent. your writting is unique and i dont think anyone else here would disagree :)

good work and nice bump trip n pussy :)
 
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