The Whore

The Whore, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.

her meter was running
she was hot and excited
we were exploring
new vistas on
the creaky bed
my luck
running out
i tried to push
my way ahead
she looked
deep into
the soul
of my desire
burning red
dont touch me
you havent
paid me she said
i dont mix business
with poetry
pulling up her
nakedness
from my dreams
she fled