Reese awakens, there's a shapely figure of honey in the bed next to him. Simone was a dime piece for sure and Reese thoroughly enjoyed her sensuality, but she wasn't his. The wonder now is how to get her on her way without seeming too cold. Simone was always submissive whenever she felt Reese needed to not be alone. Deep down inside he knew he needed the attention and that she really only wanted to get off. It reminds him of a poem called 'When Pimps Cry'. A poem that expresses the loneliness of a pimp and describes their situation perfectly.
Reese's day usually starts by himself. He would greet the sun and ask the Lord forgiveness for his actions. He then moves into action.
He climbs into the shower. The waters cool, just the way he likes it on a summer morning. The lights are low and the condo is quiet.
A shapely silhouette appears on the opposite side of the shower door. It was the sweet figure of honey. She opens the door and comes inside to bathe Reese. No words spoken.
Soap is thick and sudsy. Her touch is sensual, as Reese stands with his eyes closed. He knows he's a sinner, but the Lord continues to bless him with such a goddess, pampering him gently.
Thank the Lord for the ability to see another day and to rise once again!
When Pimps Cry
Silk pajamas
Eel skin slippers
Hennessy and Coke.
For the simple things
Gaiety and idol conversation
He's empty and lonely.
Like a beautiful butterfly With a broken wing
Is this pimp
With a subtle tear.
Neglect and affliction
control the soul of
this pimp.
Brutality and greed
is the tempest of this lonely heart.
In his world he is the center
The king of his mountain
Ruler and controller of his fate
creator and keeper of his own lonely cell.
A cell of indigence,
disheartment and cold stone.
Tears...
Surrounded by demons, scoundrels and temptation No angels
Drowning in opulence
Covered in shit
Is this pimp
With a subtle tear.
Pimp pimp pimp.
Pimp pimp pimp.
Pimp 'til you die.
The day pimps cry.
A.C.K.
