Though I'd post this Dylan Thomas poem. I know it's not intended as such, but it seems a fairly apt description of the sometimes ambivilent relationship between dancer and customer.
Comments anyone?
AN YOUNG MAN OR AN OLD MAN.
An young man or an old man,
And I am none of these,
Goes down on the praying mat
And kneels on his knuckled knees
Whenever a fine lady
Does his poor body good.
And if she gives him beauty
Or a cure for his hot blood,
He weeps like one of the willow trees
That stands in a grave wood.
A wise man or a mad man,
And I am both of these,
Whenever a woman pleases him
With what she does not need –
Her beauty of her virtue,
Her sin or her honeyed pride,
Or the ice cold price she puts upon
Her white hot maidenhood –
Weeps like one of the willow trees
That stands in a grave wood.
Old or mad or young or wise,
And she is all of these,
Whenever a poor man needs her
She does her best to please:
For, oh, she knows in the loveless nights
And in the nights of love
That bitter gratitude is all
A loving woman can have –
And she weeps like one of the willow trees
That stands in a grave wood.
Dylan Thomas.
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Phil.



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