Hi everyone,
Been through ups and downs like most people, may be all ... ... and no one in their right mind would say "no" to seduction unless compelled by reality check or bigger issues in life realizing that after the bliss of fast pleasure, the world of "daily grind" not so pleasant as the neon lights that fade in and out.
Big income earners might feel no such qualms yet rainy days do come and what happens then?
I wrote this poem some time ago:
Deception whispers her cool voice as silky fingers caress back quite sore
“Want to have some fun?” pretty blonde with twinkling eyes wink in flirtatious manners
Oh if it were real and not some cheap trill on a lonely Saturday night out
Just a job, like yours … … she hates being the toy but fast money is her reward
Fake love can’t tell the difference when warm arms embrace
Maybe reality and illusions are only a thin line apart, solitary spells doom
Company of happy laughter all very odd when hungry eyes count dollars
Watch the fair maiden lie blatantly but never blame her, you wanted it!
Rage against a night gone past and morning a painful truth to swallow down
Made worse now that gorgeous ladies walk past without even a glance
Cry and scream for time lost, hope for the weekend and taste forbidden fruit
It is lovely isn’t it?
Sinking to lows not experienced, despise self control forgotten
Lose cash hard earned or inheritance thrown away
“Hello brother” as a homeless nods understandingly
Recognizing the subtle hints of walks familiar, wish for nights not spent on gold diggers
Lament and cry, time gone lost forever
Addiction vices cruel, whose going to save your soul?
Been through ups and downs like most people, may be all ... ... and no one in their right mind would say "no" to seduction unless compelled by reality check or bigger issues in life realizing that after the bliss of fast pleasure, the world of "daily grind" not so pleasant as the neon lights that fade in and out.
Big income earners might feel no such qualms yet rainy days do come and what happens then?
I wrote this poem some time ago:
Deception whispers her cool voice as silky fingers caress back quite sore
“Want to have some fun?” pretty blonde with twinkling eyes wink in flirtatious manners
Oh if it were real and not some cheap trill on a lonely Saturday night out
Just a job, like yours … … she hates being the toy but fast money is her reward
Fake love can’t tell the difference when warm arms embrace
Maybe reality and illusions are only a thin line apart, solitary spells doom
Company of happy laughter all very odd when hungry eyes count dollars
Watch the fair maiden lie blatantly but never blame her, you wanted it!
Rage against a night gone past and morning a painful truth to swallow down
Made worse now that gorgeous ladies walk past without even a glance
Cry and scream for time lost, hope for the weekend and taste forbidden fruit
It is lovely isn’t it?
Sinking to lows not experienced, despise self control forgotten
Lose cash hard earned or inheritance thrown away
“Hello brother” as a homeless nods understandingly
Recognizing the subtle hints of walks familiar, wish for nights not spent on gold diggers
Lament and cry, time gone lost forever
Addiction vices cruel, whose going to save your soul?
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