my emotions were sweet. i believe...

my emotions were sweet. i believe there were about 10 dancers on the night i went, but i was there for just one. had a good time with a familiar face. I sat there as she “talked about things that nobody cares”, she “wore things that nobody wears”, she was a “sweet talking mama with a face like a gent”, she said it was time for a private dance, “so I got up and went”, she “stood in front of me just shaking her ass”, wanted to see her otc, but she said that would be crass. sometimes the hustle is so convincing, I forget it’s a hustle, but when I wake up next morning alone and the wallet is lighter, it’s a hustle…nevertheless, sweet emotions…