She dances on the pole, showing her artistic expression..out of control she breaks hearts not caring; she’s cold.. Eyes were enamored to the stage as she progresses. Infatuated by the fame status, giving herself to the music, Fervid attention from crazed fans. As she twirls around unraveling her top. Her hands traveling throughout her body. Nothing else matters in the world but just her and that money. Her hair falls perfectly onto her beautiful face, her legs, her ass oh my throwing me into a haze. Expectations can kill a simple man. She moves the pole in a motion I can’t comprehend. Stroking her hair back as she bends down, ass touching the ground. She puts that pussy in control, catching feelings but looks the other way. A love that will never grow, she belongs to the world. The songs almost over and I’m ready to let her teach me how to feel, how to love. Burlesque queen, mine for the night. Lost in Lust.