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"Naked"
  by Frederick Lazarus


There she stood
Before me on stage all scars of age hidden
Pause in space, smitten at the gorgeous face sitting
Between her hair and torso, figure feminine
Building up my adrenaline with her abundance of melanin
Dark skin that she dwelling in, I could see it but just faintly
Cuz she had those layers on, fully clothed so she escaped me
Just her and I occupying the same room, as I gazed marooned
Trapped in her outer linens that betrayed the Nu-
Bian, as I never scratched beneath the surface
But I believe the purpose is to reach her shirtless, skirtless and purseless
Many others saw her as worthless, but now its simple mathematics
Just 1 on 1 with her as I delve to pass the sashes
Dancing to the world's rhythm, girl spinning on the pole's support
As I behold the course she drifting off of
Intricate maneuvers move her from the base to the peak, patience is key
Waiting to see, what she looks like
Naked
Undertaken by the hypnotic regimen
I see her spread her legs, as if she started sex with men
But nahh she's still clothed, until I begin tossing the woman's worth
And finally she took her purse and tossed it
And the cost hit, me, so I increased the worth like a shift key
And her pumps crashed into the brick sheet, rock and the chips keep showering
Now and then I'd stop and she'd just pause and gaze
So I'd continue until she sitting in just lingerie
And by then I could see most of her Nubian skin
And as she unhooked her uppers, I just knew we had hit
An overstanding, so she dropped her lower simultaneous
Separated from the pole, now her primal alias
Is revealed
Naked
Now the woman's, sitting bare
And I know y'all may think its perverted, but I've waited to get to stare
At her true beauty, no longer shrouded in her facade
And I see her bruises, contusions, and the depth of her scars
The clothes she wore, on the floor, lost her purse but there's still baggage
And now I see it clear, she's imperfect but far from average
The world may represent her as however they want her painted
But if you never talk to her, you would never know her
Naked
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