It's open mic night, and I see you in the audience again. I've seen the way you look at me every week when I'm up on the stage reading poetry. Tonight I chose a couple o poems from Sylvia Plath to read. By the second poem, I'm getting worked up as I see the way you're looking at me. I start to undress myself. My pants are off by the end of the poem. I talk to you and let you know that I can tell you're really into poetic girls. I ask if you liked the way I read to you, and if you'd like me to read the last poem again. I read it to you totally nude and start to play with myself. I begin to g... Show more