You dial my number, I pick up the phone.
You ask what I’m wearing, in a husky nervous tone.
I reply thigh high boots and thong,
You breathe deeper, I reply not for long.
You tell me you have a fetish, one for leather.
And if I were with you, you’d want me to arouse you with a feather.
You ask for my prices and ask what services I provide,
I repeat whatever you like my love, let your heart be the guide.
You tell me you want me to pole dance and sit on your lap,
I answer that is my occupation, come and see me sometime, you don’t need a map.
I dance at club ‘Angels’ and go by the name of Michelle,
If you buy me a drink, I will not kiss and tell.
I ask how you found my number, so I can trace where you’re from,
You place down the receiver, there you were, gone.
This mystery man I was beginning to know,
Never came to the club, and never did show.
© Copyrighted 2014 to Lorraine Barber
