UBER WHORE

UBER WHORE

Out of the bar and the walk was too far
I opened the passenger door of the car
half past passed-out and attempting to talk
with the clock's second hand handling my cock

--"Are you my UBER?"

Wet glossy crimson lips slid slowly
across blood-stained ivory teeth
revealing the whims of sin underneath
stealing holy stimulation slowly

  "I can take you where you want to go."
--"Just a few miles away."
   " Back to my place, simple and pure."
--"Yeah....Sure......"

Cash up front in a hazy buzz
and I didn't know quite where I was
Sensual swirls with multiple girls
with lights dancing in prisms with curls

in a night eclipsed with silent lips
within finding violently grinding hips
like endless sips of wine all mine
desperate desecration delivered divine

I awoke broke asking for a ride back home
to be told that I should ask for a new way to roam
  "I'm not your Uber anymore,"
  "I'm just an Uber whore."