Whore
A poem for Babylon, by Raven's Boy
I am intoxication
I am their poison
I am the pusher
pedding my ass on the corner
Calling to them
Hey man - do you party?
You want a taste of this?
I got the good shit here.
Come on.
And they do.
I dance, calling to them
Gyration of hips saying more than any words
and the words I say are just music,
lips dancing seductive phrases.
I invite them in, laughing, smiling, promising.
Come in.
And they do.
Their eyes on my body become
hands on my flesh.
Grabbing, panting,
hungry for more than simple release.
Their body speaks to my body
desperate longing
starvation
alienation
shame, fear, hate.
My body speaks back,
fulfillment, abundance
connection
acceptance
lovelustdesirefire
Yes yes honey, you are sick and twisted and broken and wrong
and oh boy do you make me hot
Come, share some of that pain with me.
Come on.
Come in.
Come for me.
And they do.
Then there is you.
You who never come to me.
You who my mind is never free from.
I call to you. I am irresistable.
I hurl my seduction at you,
my invitation,
my weapon, my one power,
power which overwhelms any man
power which you catch
in your palm
and you smile.
"You think I play your game, my little girl?"
You ask, laughing.
"You think you can play me, my sweet one?"
"You forget, it is my game you play.
The game I taught to you, so long ago,
when you were new."
And so, I come to you.
You take what is yours.
You use me, and I am yours to be used.
And you love me.
You make love to me.
You make me love.
You make me.
You take me.
Not my carefully packaged gifts
given to tricks to sooth their hurt
given to tricks who are desperate for a taste.
You take, by force, by right
because I am yours.
You don't want a taste of love
but a bellyfull of raw flesh,
a sacrifice which begs to be taken.
Take me.
Take what I long to give.
Take as much as you can,
which is more than I can offer
but never as much as you want
because you can never be sated
because it is never enough
but still I beg
please please take me.
And you do.
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