word whore

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Lord knows I would rather whore this body
than my words give them away give them away
made like love don’t pay
I got a pocket full of slut money
weighing heavy in my jeans
it is so easy, easy
lighting wicks
scented wax
oils warmed by hand
in friction press of yes
and release god yes
this is not work

but this is not work either
give it give it away no no I will not pay
for your pretty package of word press
dust jacket smoking jacket
sealing wax shhhh the change it still jingles
down pocket and the next call comes
shhhh don’t tell him
I would do it for free

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4degrees4degreesabout 17 years ago
seeing you submit

so to speak, is a wonderful thing.

word whore and seduce me like a poet-they would be good on the same page, no?

:)

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