Go-Go Safe Zone

Many of us, even straight women, go to gay bars/clubs, and have sexual fantasies about the go-go boys. However, for one reason or another most don't deserve to be dancing on the bar, the box, or stage, much less lusted after. Whether it's because they (a)simply can't dance, so you can tell their light skin color got them the gig, or (b)they have a blatant attitude with which they give preferential treatment to certain patrons based on skin color, ethnicity, age, and/or gender, which if they were really competent, they wouldn't show that at all. These go-go boys' prejudice is so out of control they completely turn a blind eye to how respectful that patron may be. I've discussed this before in an old blog post entitled "Go-Go Boy - Etiquette Lacking".

So this poem that got its debut at July's Titillating Tongues tells the story of meeting a (sad to say) modern-day rarity ---- a go-go boy who because he does his job right, is actually worth trying to hook-up with.

We feast our eyes on go-go boys

More eye candy in the gay scene

But lust overrides managerial etiquette

Based on all I have seen

Rhythm-less Nation twinks & muscles

Being light or White got them on the bar

But all having hearts of dark

Then you arrive, the one shining star

With no racist, ageist, or sexist standards

You treat each respectful patron the same

That makes you more desirable

Enough to tip, then try for your name

Asking your name is pretty common

Asking your phone number, I may go too far

For you’re not chained by job or choice

It’s just my wish you also feel the spark

I dared to ask for your number

I first figured you fake saying, “On my break”

But come your break, you sought me out

Saying, “I keep the promises I make”

Back dancing, your body really swayed to the beat

Making a sexy movie play in my head

Of how skilled you must be

If we had each other on a bed

Whether it’s you riding the pony

Or me riding hard on yours

Our uncontainable pleasure moans

Will be going through the walls and doors

Then you interrupted the movie in my mind

With music hotter than the dj’s jams

You said, “Why put off for another night

When I’m free tonight to be in your hands?”

Baby, whether it’s your place or mine

Let’s vow to keep on the lights

For you have been working

In the dark all night

Plus oooo, your body sweat

The light lets me see

The fun is lessened by the dark

Where I’ll only feel it on me

All the terms while you’re on the job

With me, let them leave your mind

For you are not on the clock

This is your private sexy time

So don’t do a striptease

Just undress

No giving lap dances

Just give sex

And the music blasting our ear drums

Are the bed squeaks and moans to the rhythm of our fun

Should you share a bed with me

Consider it a go-go safe zone

Where the pressures of your job

Are meant to become unknown

The only dance to please me

Is the one you do in and on me

Missionary, cowboy, doggy, and spoon

Cumming,

Then cuddling,

Then sleeping ‘til noon