Gingerly, she removed the coat,
Opened buttons with siren red nails;
Allowing luminscent skin to peek,
And fill the room with its glow.
The men stifled a groan
At her wobbling bosom;
Looking away from the soft tufts
Between her smooth long legs.
Her lacquered nails inched
To land where her thighs join;
Two fingers went deftly in,
Her feigned moans filled the room.
Flashes of lights lit the dimmed studio,
As she arched back to pout;
In her mind she saw herself five years ago,
Forced into this role with no escape.
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