Shoots Leaves and Eats
By Silver Spun Sand
Tue, 13 Jan 2015
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Think they own me
for it’s true; I am all theirs
in exchange for a quid or two.
Small price to pay to know me
in such intimate detail;
the tilt of my chin...my skin
each blemish each mark
the mole on my thigh
the line of my nose
the concave curve
of my hips...perfect bow
of my lips when I smile...kiss
the air and pretend
it’s for them.
As they ogle those glossy magazines,
select me from all the rest
take me down from the shelf
take me home...lie on their beds
fill their heads with thoughts
of what they would do
given half the chance.
Fat chance!
Come on love...give the punters
what they want, unwinds, still
from my ears, and being picky
don’t pay no bills.
Won't pay the rent, nor stop the Council
threatening to evict us...or feed the kids
and me.
So – they get their pound of flesh;
no skin off my nose. Let them suppose
I’m begging for it...just goes to show
how wrong they can be.
It pains me though, as they pin me
to their walls or tinny locker doors...
jerk off as they dream their lurid dreams;
wallow, dick high, in perverse,
pathetic fantasies while I despise them all
with lips that would decry
the camera never lies.
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Enjoyed this - would I be
Permalink Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on
Enjoyed this - would I be right in thinking I've read it before?
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Congrats.
Permalink Submitted by Frances Macaula... on
Well done... this is so full of feeling and timely in context. Congrats on the cherry too!
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