There was a man.
He was dark and mysterious.
The way he spoke left you breathless.
He intrigued me.
He was a businessman; he owned the club I danced at.
Everywhere he went he was always followed by two bodyguards—
they were just as dangerous as him.
He always wore a black suit with silver cufflinks, a silver ring, and a watch.
The ring on a certain finger told me he was married.
He was dangerous.
The other dancers told me don't get involved, they said to stay away from the don.
"The don?", I asked.
One girl said the last girl to get with the don married him.
"Isn't that great" I said.
The girl was kidnapped and died, I later found out.
But I didn't care.
It was my time to dance for the crowd; lights were flashing —
in the dark and a pole stood in the middle of the stage spotlighted.
I began to dance.
My hair the deepest black hanging down my shoulder—
My legs wrapped around the pole slowly brought myself down.
The men in the crowd were going wild.
I looked in the crowd and locked eyes with the bluest eyes I ever seen—
they were deeper than the ocean and hypnotized me.
It was the Don's eyes.
He sat in the VIP section in a black chair, legs were spread wide and his hands— were gripping a glass cup filled with alcohol.
He sat the glass down while still maintaining eye contact with me.
He raised one finger and beckoned me toward him.
In a trance I danced my way to him.
The crowd parted like the sea.
I slithered up his body like a snake and sat on his lap.
He smelled like pine trees, and it was addicting.
His large hands with veins bulging out gripped my waist.
The Don grabbed my hair and brought my face closer to his.
His freshly cut beard was scratching my face, but I didn't mind.
His breath smelled like mint, and it was overwhelming.
He leaned in close and whispered—
AMORE.
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