Striptease

I'm waiting backstage.
They say I'm up next.
The moment hits...you know the one where your stomach tightens up, mouth becomes dry, vision blurs, heart races, knees tremble, sweat seeps...that moment just started.
It happens all the time.
I close my eyes,
Letting my mind rest
calming my nerves,
easing my senses.
What have I got to be nervous about?
I've done the same routine every weekend for the past two years,
It should be second nature by now.
But that moment still comes.
It's always the same.
I anticipate it's comeing
and dismiss it with ease.

Applause starts from the crowd
Signaling the other's depart
and my upcoming entrance
I take a deep breath.
Say one last prayer.
The music starts.
The crowd is cheering,
They know what's coming,
I've acquired quite a number of spectators.
They can't get enough of me.
The announcer comes over the mic and says my intro.
I start tapping my foot.
Snapping my fingers,
bouncing my head.
Letting the rhythm of the music engulf me,
I dash through the curtains,
Jumping out, extending my arms,
Throwing my body first into a cartwheel,
Followed by a backhand spring, and finally coming to a close with a tucked back flip, landing in the splits.
My ears are ringing from the volume of the crowd.
I slide up,
Turn to face the audience.
And start dancing with the music.
Dollars blanket the stage.
Crys from the crowd, "Take it off!!" and
"Shake that ass!" echo.
Got to give them what they want
with one smooth motion I rip my shirt off and toss it into the crowd.
A little fight breaks out between a few women who were struggling for it.
A smile engulfs my face and I dance on with more enthusiasm.
Next it's the pants.
Always too tight, but the ladies, and a few men I'm afraid to mention, love the way they look on me.
Bending over while taking them off
Sends the crowd into a frenzy.
They love this part most of all.
I flex my butt checks, give a little jiggle,
As more money blankets the stage.
I kick the pants off and into the crowd.
Chairs and tables fly while the ladies scramble to get to them. The bouncers are everywhere, the ladies are fighting. They're actually fighting over my pants. I can't help but smile.
I'm in nothing more than my satin red thongs now, shaking the Lord's gift to me with everything I've got. The little ten minute routine lasts forever but i never get tired of it. What can I say? It's good money and I get a lot of numbers.
The music chimes back in, my body moves with the beat, and I dance on!