Erotic Poetry

It was a night of erotic poetry. My outfit was brand new complete with red fishnet stockings; a throwback to my days on the pole. When I saw the surprise opening act, a smile crossed my mind. The consummate artist, a true professional of the craft, took to the stage in an outstanding black suit which was complemented by a striking smokey eye. Needless to say, the mind bending content also left colorful visuals over more than one head. This was all before my favorite graced us with her midnight presence.

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