Lap Dance In Toronto

Once upon a time in the mid 1990's

In a faraway land called Canada

At a gay bar named Remington's

I got a lap dance

On a weekend getaway

With my boyfriend at the time 

In the hot summer afternoon

We drank beer at the bar

Unbeknownst to us

There was open stage for gogo dancers

One in particular caught my fancy

He wasn't a super model

But boy was he my type!

Cute cub / Hairy twink

Creative nerd with moxie 

On-stage he fornicated a pig effigy

To completion

During the performances

We learned you could ask for a lap dance

There are rules

You keep your clothes on

You don't kiss

You don't touch his private parts

You can touch every other inch

Of his body

I touched every centimeter

They have the metric system 

Twenty dollars per disco song

In a private booth upstairs

Where you two can carry on

I told my boyfriend I'll be right back

We're on vacation

He should also get some action

Mr Gogo Dancer agreed

To give me a lap dance

I said I know the rules

I will respect them and you 

I'm allowed to talk dirty 

What would a customer and gogo dancer

Have to say to each other?

Where are you from?

Rural Canada

Why did you move to the big city?

To be openly gay

I hear that / I'm here with my boyfriend

We drove up from Cleveland

What do we have to talk about?

The disco is muffled inside the booth

Relative quiet promotes conversation 

Let your naked bottom rest on my lap

Look at your hairy legs so firm

I run every day

Can I touch them?

Please

What do you call your routine?

Jogging to stay fit

I mean the show that seduced me

Life on the Farm 

Nothing to talk about?

Can I touch your washboard abs

With my burly bricklayer hands?

My fingers in your pubes

Within the rules but on the edge

Look at your pierced nipples

My fingertips touch them freely

Hairy armpits and forearms

Sincere and vulnerable are your eyes

Sweet and beautiful is your smile

My callused hands on your shoulder

I pull your body tight against mine

Your naked bottom

Against my khaki crotch

You slide back and forth

You stare into my eyes

Mr Gogo Dancer

You're so damn hot

I'm so close

Suddenly the song stops

I haven't yet got off

I'll pay for another song

I'm on vacation to remember

Back and forth / Up and down

Grunt and moan

Heavy breathing

You rock with my rhythm

My hands on your shoulders

They grip you tight

Grasp your muscled back

Squeeze your buttocks

I know the rules

Here it is my load inside my pants

While I look deep inside your eyes

The song is not over

For a minute let me hold you

If I didn't already have a boyfriend

I would ask you to be mine

And tell everybody

We met at a gay bar

You gave me a lap dance 

We hit it off

It took two songs for me to get off

The rest is history

Doesn't matter how you meet

How you stay together

That's the secret

I went downstairs to the bar

Giant wet spot front of my pants

My boyfriend had left in jealousy

Back to the hotel room

My gogo dancer sat down beside me

He bought me a beer

Because of the exchange rate

The private dance was a big tip

If I didn't already have a boyfriend

I would recruit you for the position

We both knew it was a magical moment 

A moment of a lifetime 

A moment 

Back at the hotel 

I made up with my boyfriend

Some years later

A gay friend was planning a trip to Toronto

I told him the great time I had

Get a lap dance at Remington's I said

He misunderstood

He thought it was sex

No it's simulated sex or sex adjacent

It's not really sex

It's a lap dance

If you know the rules

Respect the game and each other

You can have a great time

A memory to treasure.