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Click herePimp of pleasure
I'm a stool rats snitch.
Come hither let'me teach you.
Sing a canary tune
deep 'n low. Squeak
and tweet, make you
tattle on fiendish thoughts
that carry you over the edge.
Betray those hidden secrets
then blab to this pirate
of treasure, what floats
your boat on those eerie
darkened nights. When all
is calm, but the pounding
seizures inside your gut.
Those freakish feelings
that wanna prostitute you out
and beg for more ...
Hopped on the train and enjoyed the ride.
I like gutsy poetry that doesn't stumble
and ends with a well chosen close at
the right time.
There's a couple of things I might change
but, I'm not going there right now.
I just wanted you to know this worked
for me.
andy
some interesting inner rhymes in this one. You could lose the word "seizures" and rework the line breaks to make it more effective. I liked this one a lot-- good work :)
I assume we pimp ourselves out in many ways... such as work <grin and then there is sex <biggergrin' (~_*) a super, erotic read!
may prosper. I guess it depends on what you are telling, and to whom.
Well...I'm pretty sure the boat referred to isn't the Good Ship Lolipop. I have to say - I liked this poem. Didn't understand it all - but I liked it!