| poem prostitution...
Posted: 6/7/2008 3:50:58 PM | a writer
is not
another type
of
slut
but you would think
they were one
and the same
with the calls
the sweet whispers
when you enter
our world
"come
read my work
hot stuff"
and a wink
a flash of inspiration
raised
coquettishly
a hint
of what is to come
if you spend the time
and look into
the rest
"leave a comment
darling
let me know
what you think
of what
i have
to offer"
is the nightly call
as your cursor
lazily
strolls by
stroking each
option
the titles
meant
to catch your eye
and capture
your
attention
the shadows
the darkness
is where the poetwhores
hide
and wait
to sell themselves
to throw
their naked
works
at those
who pass by
begging
for
just one
little
word
of acceptance
"mmm baby
gimme a little
commentary"
just between
you and i
be wary
the desperate
are not
very picky
they take
what they can get
do not mistake
their joy
of receiving
your opinion
as the desire
to reciprocate
they'll tuck
your observations
into their g-string
of self-interest
say their thanks
and be off
to the next
client
:wink | |
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| poem prostitution...
Posted: 6/7/2008 4:49:45 PM | *standing
applause*
Bravo!
Kudos!
Outstanding!
All this wonderful poetry
Just scrolling by
Every day
Free browsing .. FREE!
For any passerby
And the comments
Slurped up shamelessly
With blushes and gushes
Of need-revealing pleasure
Outstanding observations!
*tucking the comment
into the lady's g-string
before taking my seat again,
curser already pointing to the next* | |
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| poem prostitution...
Posted: 6/7/2008 5:07:47 PM | ahhhh thank you for the kudos....
I was "soliciting" such.....poem "whore" that I am.... | |
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| poem prostitution...
Posted: 6/7/2008 5:15:48 PM |  That was absolutely perfect. hahaha
I've heard about this elusive female g-string
have a map for us men? hahaha | |
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| poem prostitution...
Posted: 6/7/2008 7:17:46 PM | yes...it's called the "map to the eternal treasure".....bring your "digging" apparatus... | |
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| poem prostitution...
Posted: 6/7/2008 9:26:16 PM | THRUST....
Its not about sex, its about power
the slow lead into explosive murder
the sensual sachrine mindblowing
god crushing... f*ck
Its not about making love ... It's about taking love
about endless passion staring back at you because
they're so crushed and broken by the impact of the insatiated demon
this engraving on their soul
this thing that caters only to their sex
this f*ck
this whore, this monster, this love...
It's not about motion, It's about rythym
the precision beat of adrenaline lust rush
the cataclysmic barrage of bare bodied bodies
slamming their truth into each others lies
cleaning the sin
its not about religion, it's about jesus christ
It's about making her forget his name
It's not about rape, it's about her having no choice
its about being inside to erase the begging sick in your head
erasing the scribbles of society enforced media suicide
with every thrust and push and break and bleed
It's not about insatiable want, It's about insanitys need
It's not about cumming, it's about being inside
it's about the walls giving in around you
because they can't handle the raucious ravage ride
Its' about god -f*ck-jesus-christ-heroine -"sup"- suicide
and about not caring if you live through it
as long as you cross to the other side
It's about the crash, and the burn
about f*cking so hard it hurts
about becoming one
about being one
it's not about me, or you
it's about creating one
from destroying two ...
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