Surrender my heart,
it's beat, it's meat.
I surrender my body,
dance down the lobby.
No one can prosses me into their head.
I'll dance, and wave my hips.
Broken down gloss on my lips.
It's this bloody scene
that makes me scream!
No one can purchase enough.
You see I charge by the act
and not by the contract of what i do.
I'm here for you, right on your porch.
I'm here to play and scorch.
No one but you has me for the night.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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It is one of the happier of the prostitituion poems.
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Very interesting piece. Angry and sick of being used for petty times. Sounds like a delusional scheme of a 'friend', taking someone for granted in every whick way, but loose. Nice piece!
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