fantasy merchant

{she’s a prostitute & a poet, & she tells me these things,
 & I believe her…}
 
come to me with a stiff libido & a fat wallet. tell me your
darkest fantasy. when you leave, your nine-iron will be limp
& your wallet will be slimmer than a cat-walk princess, &
you’ll know what it means to lay down with a goddess.
 
lie down on my velveteen bed & I will eff you up the sea cay.
you can gaze in shock & awe , as you watch my annie sprinkle
down my dancer’s legs, like rain on a summer’s eve. you will lap
up the flowing champagne of me, ‘cause it’s sweet, like swallowing
a rainbow, but don’t you dare miss one inch of my skin.
 
get on me & own me like a man who remembers that Eve was
created for Adam, she was born from a place near his heart &
he takes it back, like a savage with fire in his eyes. ride me
like Johnny Thunder, shift it all the way up till you blow your
transmission, till we crash thru the gates of heaven!
 
I’ve been up that street of discontent & back again. I’ve lived
hard times, harder than the crowbars that invade me, & I
could cry, I could cry me a river, but that won’t keep me in
lipstick or muzzle the wolves at my door.
 
I’m one step ahead of the law & the men are not gentle,
but a girl’s got to make a living.
you can beat me & bruise me, you can break my heart for real.
just say you’re sorry, baby – I’m very forgiving…