Twas the nite before Christmas,
and all thru the joint,
dancers were hustling suckers,
you get the point.
There were good girls and naughtyy girls,
all acting flirty,
some danced quite classy,
while others danced dirty.
Some were Moms,
and some were single,
some bounced on my lap,
and made my crotch tingle.
I spotted a girl
on the main stage,
who moved like a panther,
freed from its cage.
Her boobs were bangin'
and her ass was quite tight,
she had the body of a porn star,
a devil's delight.
I walked to the stage,
and gave her a glance,
she smiled at me wryly
and continued to dance.
I studied her closely
and liked what I saw,
she was not like the others,
and that was for sure.
I bought a ticket
and she did a dance,
and grinded me madly,
a strip joint romance.
I wondered what kind
of person she was,
then guzzled my beer,
to heighten my buzz.
What would it be like
date a girl like her?
Could she be trusted,
would she be sincere?
I paid for the dance
when it ended,
I only wanted one,
hope she wasn't offended.
"Have a Merry Christmas," she whispered,
with glee,
"and when you come back,
be sure to look for me."
I knew this wasn't real,
so there was no use in hopin',
hers was a gift that
I would never open.
"I'll be sure to do that,"
I said,
as I cleared her memory
out of my head.



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