My mistress and I put our audience in a trance.
She twines me around her smooth white hips,
the spotlight shines on her full red lips.
The rhythm drums on, and then goes wild,
people look on, mouths soft, open, like a child.
My life is hard some might say,
but in the spot lights beam, I have my day.
And my reward at the end is so nice,
it's my favorite food, two tiny pink mice.
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