deepundergroundpoetry.com
![Image for the poem Working Girls](/images/uploads/poemimages/214079.jpg?1440258748)
Working Girls
I love the streets to this day
watching the working girls
from my comfy car
hard at work
scantily clad
flagging down the cars
I look on with envy
with longing in my gaze
missing the action
sucking cock
getting fucked hard in the ass, gang banged
this cum slut was down for it all
the masochist in me
missing the backhand
of my Pimp
just for the fun of it
I always brought the cash
this cunt would swallow jizz never spitting
I was a beloved working girl
getting beat down
was a perk of the job
the whores are the heartbeat
of the street
listening to broken hearts
or just being a strange piece of tail
for a married man at home
with a frigid wife
they show love and compassion
yeah our hearts may seem hard
though I can't lie if they wanted to kiss I would oblige
living on the edge
was exciting the cops
never gave me no trouble
got phone numbers from them all the time
something about me I don't know
why they wanted to bring a whore home beyond me
maybe they longed to be the hero
saving me from myself
not understanding the streets was my pulse
now a wife
I still long to be a working girl
the days of my youth
girl's got to retire some day ;)
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 11
reading list entries 2
comments 20
reads 985
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.