The prostitute beside me said:
“You don’t have to worry.
We can stay in bed.
We can fuck
all night long, getting crimson red.
And when morning comes, I’ll fix you a meal.
We can eat it in our birthday suits.
How ‘bout it? Is it a deal?”
I turned to her with a smile
and she smiled back.
Then I gave her a boning
and lavished kisses on her rack.
And just like that, I was satisfied
with all of life and its fleetingness.
The moonlight shone through the window pane
casting shadows that found no space
between us.
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