black leather on white skin
sliver studs glistening in the dingy light
large round breasts peeking out
pushed up by a Wonderbra
nails lacquered, Cherries in the Snow
lips drawn on, then painted
not just red, Kissably Soft Real Red Rose
blue pieces of plastic hide muddy brown eyes
larger pieces of plastic elevate heels and height
the dim light blends everyone into one
the light is too dark to see her
though her outline is there
and if the strobe light intervals are long enough
her freeze frame figure is caught
later she will strut across the stage
just to shake her hips and lower her pants
and expose thonged buttocks to hungry eyes
the guys get hard-ons and reach for those peachy
mounds
the girls who watch sigh in disgust
while silently wishing to be that girl
a sea of skin and pleather
she'll take her shirt off for you if you ask
nicely
and she'll go home with you if you get her drunk
enough
she'll fuck you if you tell her she's the prettiest
it's what she wants to hear the most
khaki-clad penises watch with glee
not sure which pair of breasts to dance with
they choose carefully, because they can
I am here too
my cellulite held in by Great Shapes pantyhose
my C-cup breasts half-exposed
my eyelids dusted with blue
my ass shaking in rhythm to the music
I feel their eyes oggling me
everything in me says this is wrong
the staff at Ms. might as well revoke
my subscription
why did I pay ten bucks to see some skinny girl's
ass?
why do I bat my eyelashes and look over my shoulder?
why do I need a man to grab my breast to make
the evening complete?
I voluntarily displayed my body at the butchershop
and I'll do it again
black leather on white skin
ruby lips and cherry nails
dancing across the pages of Cosmo
opening her legs for me on TV
tied up on a concert poster
obliviously sobbing with a smile
oh, just eat me
devour me and get it over with
so that i might become a rape statistic
because i asked for it
and then throw me out
and i will fade into the wall
