Angel

No halo but a cascade
of long golden hair,
and a friendly smile.
A short white skirt
accentuating her long legs
and a silk blouse tied
to thrust her bosom forward

Young perhaps too young
but it's not my business
and she cruises the bar
like she knows
what she's doing
an independent
not tied to the bar
yet.

She mounts her box
and dances for
a balding customer,
before sliding
into his lap
and after perches smiling
on the balcony railing
which gets her
another balding man
and yet
more dances.


She moves to the stage
for her first number
moving in time
to the upbeat music
unusual here,
her second dance slower
as she teasingly removes
her skirt and bra
to show her pert tits
and hard nipples.
For the third act
she discards her thong
and writhes on the stage
sensually,exhibiting
her naked perfect flesh
no lines or stretch marks
yet.

She might have been
a gymnast or a dancer
her feet tell of
years of recitals
as her orthodontically
perfect teeth flash
a practiced smile.
I'd wager she has
a modeling portfolio
and mum and maybe dad
have sacrificed everything
for their princess.
I wonder
if they know
yet,
that she's flown
never to return.