Bought
Slipping between the cool,
beneath arms unfolded she
stretched luxuriously.
Poor little rich lady dreams
of mink coats and paid rent
and expensive jewels.
Milk-smooth sleep freed skin
captures again satin-soft sighs
of clandestine bliss.
Swaying tight hips in sheeted
confinement her bruised lips
part in sated smiles
Cushioned with wealth allure
lends bought time for fervour
needed in lust-use.
Assured passion in each score
soaked in lucre's pleasure-bed
earns courtesans more.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: February 9th, 2023 07:22
- Comment from author about the poem: A tongue-in-cheek poetic take on an age-old subject. - not I might add however from personal experience !! Hope you enjoy.
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Comments3
She may get some 'ardour' but I never do! Aww, Fido won't let me. heehee.
very tongue in cheeky say's this kept man ........................... x
saddest part, is that
as aged a topic, as this may be
as current, a trend this be
in society's unsavoury shadows...
great wording, as-ever
'captures again satin-soft sighs
of clandestine bliss.'
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