I soar upright as the black-eyed swan And slip down dangling with a paper fan Spinning around, holding your dreams Uraveling your fantasy in silent screams Dropping modesty, each inch on encore For the bounty of vice you greedily pour I'm yours, only in the way lips lick honey A sweet slippery sin, for your dark money Yet morrow you'll return, and then day after Sipping rum in the den of lusty laughter Why do you seek the soul of a fallen angel With a devil's purse, stolen from hell The Pole Star At the stripper Joint #NaPoWriMo
