Deep silence collecting ashes exhuming the bones at twilight, plucking the bobby from her hair, and listening to Voltaire's dark blue. Sodomizing the old gin bars with poetic discards of corsets and harlots drowning in a Requiem's pain. Connecting dots of insanity's tonsillectomy and my quill's henchmen beneath a pantaloon moon. Plucking the bobby from her hair as she blows my piccolo. "Oh Granny, what big eyes you have.”
There was something sacred about the sex we had our bodies anointed with sweat when you over me skin on skin we were two beautiful beings sculpting love with our limbs Your body moving upon mine like waves crashing against the land Your breaths' whispers like songs of yearning echoing in conch shells to return to the sea. . . untamed and wild Ripples of ecstasy ebbing and flowing moving high and low as we went devouring each other the sweetness of our...
So you think I'm cheap, do you? That's not very nice! I would normally spank someone on their big fat ass for sayin' that! However, you may well have a point, sadly.
What made you think I was made of money anyway? Couldn't be in the way I dress in my sad green trousers, With the cargo leg pockets that I kept from my previous employer! Ahhhh, you heard about my recent decent redundancy payout then?
Well, missy, that'll only stretch so far... I can't afford expensive hotels, convince me!