Is this your first time honey?
Well I've never had sex for money...
Strip.
I swallow my pride,
And slide down my pants.
Good girl.
He tucks a hundred in my thong.
Keep going.
I start stripping naked,
And he tosses more money at me.
He grabs my waist,
And sits me on his lap.
I'm going to make you my little slut.
An hour passes,
And he tosses me aside.
Here's the rest of your money;
Keep in touch.
He hands me more money,
And leaves me to get dressed.
Wow.
What have I done?
At first I was disgusted,
But then in my mind,
The money justified the means.
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The Intimacy Of Being Understood
PoetryAn intimate look into the darkest depths of my life. These poems are the embodiment of trials and tribulations of growing up in today's society. I hope these stories bring hope to those who have lived through similar situations and tragedies. Always...
