Not a cheap Slut

I turn away, shambolic.
Don't make first moves, afraid of filling her,
lots of hers, with my disappointments.
She approaches, "shy, baby?"
My tongue a twisted tangle, my head bowed,
murmurs gripping my mouth.
My shaking head a lie.
These dark corners, shadows circling
streetlamps, the light dim.
She says, "feel these."
"How much," I ask.
"Full treatment, package, $400. I'm
no cheap slut." she says.
"Okay," I respond and think, "This is why
no girlfriend."
After we fuck, I leave the
money on the nightstand.
Another wasted night.
But I feel better for a while.
Time to continue the hunt.
Shameless, I know. Guity, yep.
It's addictive.
They're ladies for taking care
of guys like me.
Politicians, now those are
the whores.