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Spotlight trickles between a thick smoke filter,
Wooden heels click against scuffed tiles,
The brim of a worn straw hat is traced by clammy fingers,
Steeley features decorated with rouge, black eyeliner and glaring red stain,
Fond is our female equivalent of John Wayne,
Armed with her desperado attire and slender height.
Hands slam gently against each other, almost cat calling for,
The girl.
A few beads of sweat trickle down a pre-applied tan,
Her lips rub against one another friction spreading the stain,
Nostrils flare, shallow air catches half way down the wind pipe.
Her heels echo off the hard wood and her shirt sleeve catches on the black curtain.
Smoke weaves heavily in braids through the air,
A familiar pattern of wide eyes scream at the stage unblinking,
She bows her head, eyes close, revealing heavy black lines,
A hand lifts slowly, and catches again the edge of straws,
A smirk smiles at the stage,
The hat flies across the air.
Smokes mixes with words, of desert, showgirls, and pianos.
The mouths salivate, hungry, eyes water afraid to miss,
She smiles with tanned cheeks and peeling lips,
Exiting the stage, armed with her desperado attire and slender height.
Wooden heels click against scuffed tiles,
The brim of a worn straw hat is traced by clammy fingers,
Steeley features decorated with rouge, black eyeliner and glaring red stain,
Fond is our female equivalent of John Wayne,
Armed with her desperado attire and slender height.
Hands slam gently against each other, almost cat calling for,
The girl.
A few beads of sweat trickle down a pre-applied tan,
Her lips rub against one another friction spreading the stain,
Nostrils flare, shallow air catches half way down the wind pipe.
Her heels echo off the hard wood and her shirt sleeve catches on the black curtain.
Smoke weaves heavily in braids through the air,
A familiar pattern of wide eyes scream at the stage unblinking,
She bows her head, eyes close, revealing heavy black lines,
A hand lifts slowly, and catches again the edge of straws,
A smirk smiles at the stage,
The hat flies across the air.
Smokes mixes with words, of desert, showgirls, and pianos.
The mouths salivate, hungry, eyes water afraid to miss,
She smiles with tanned cheeks and peeling lips,
Exiting the stage, armed with her desperado attire and slender height.