Friday, 7 August 2009

In and out

In and out within the hour.
Midnight booty calls to posh hotels.
Black taxi..s and ivory ball gowns.
Room 134 and i was fuckin your ass while the dancers danced downstairs.
I didn..t come,
neither did you.
your screaming made me uncomfortable.
That silk hitched up,
your tits strapped in tight.
Bed sheets stained for friends to see.
Your trophy fuck,
gigalo on call.
I refused the return cab fare.
Enjoyed feeling the whore
as the penguin noticed your red slapped face.
The Indian man drove me home.
"Do you mind if we drive fast?", he asked.
"No,just don't kill us both.I was once in a dreadful accident.

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