Striptease

You are a fantasy that most only get to indulge in the dimly lit, strobe and smoke filled spaces
But few see you as the one who will get up the next morning, hair matted from the product left in when you put you head to pillow, washing your work clothes scent with sweat baby oil and dollar bills
Does anyone care about the reality that lies behind the shining muscle, devilish smile, and the ebb and flow your body to the beat
Seeing that you are more than the sum of your perfectly placed part highlighted by red blue and green LEDs shrouded in fog
I would wait to see the after show, where the disillusion of the stage fades patiently wanting to embrace the flaws and imperfections you hide behind a smile and a g-string
Seeing you across table at an early breakfast or a late lunch, gently wiping the syrup from you chin as you eat innocently or cover over on the couch as you tiredly rest you head on my lap exhaust from sculpting you body, your weapon, your tool, you investment and I caress you hair and make a silly joke about a cartoon.
The last thing on my mine is taking you to bed because the end resulting that I can achieve on my own.
I want to really know YOU, beyond the facade, beyond the hypnotic movements, into who dwells beneath the abs and biceps beyond

All this came up from seeing you in one night..... WOW You are amazing at your job.