- Erotic Poetry
- Strip Club
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As we enter the strip club, his eyes are drawn
To the dancers on stage, performing in thongs.
But my gaze is fixed on the men in the room,
Desperate and horny, ready to consume.
Sleazy and horny, they're my kind of kink,
Eager and grateful, with a need to sink
Into intense, aggressive, pin-me-down-and-hurt-me sex,
Or subby dicks to suck until they're vexed.
These men are everywhere, like ornamental toys,
Decorative statues with half-mast erections and poise.
Strip clubs are like theme parks for pervs like me,
Haunted houses with horny men, as far as the eye can see.
So why do straight women go to strip clubs, you ask?
For me, it's simple: these men, this lustful task.
Horny and gross, shy or ashamed, willing to spend all their pay,
They're the butterflies in my hothouse, ready to play.
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