Thursday, December 17, 2009

The Whore


Woman of lust,
polish and paint
walk the city
where a lusting creature
struts in waiting
like a dog in heat
for a whiff
for a fuck with you.

Come to the blood rising
in your brain and limbs
to the fierce pounding heart
Whore woman
of stale stench
with ice in your veins
and coins in your stockings
come
to the men who wait
like a lump
until your touch
yanks them from silence.

Come
then come
unwrap your fantasies
as you intertwine your bodies
and leave your wad
of bills
lying
on the bed
for her,
as you leave with a smile.

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