Her bra drops to the floor from underneath
Her shirt.  Her shirt remains.  She smiles
At me fiendishly.  “Would you like to watch
Me dance?”  I nod.  I needn't have, I know.
She writhes and her breasts beckon to me.
I reach out, but she steps back and shakes
Her head.  “It isn't time.”  I now wonder
Whether I'll survive to see the evening through.
If I do, I fear that it will prove to be
Quite long.