Whore! My Brain Repeats

Whore! My brain says. I enjoy myself, life in these streets
Wise pennies, Sir is skilful and a master between the sheets.
all these poor young maidens, they are here for the sweets
centuries after centuries, it’s still what men love to eat!
Whore! My brain repeats.

a cast out with a steel blade like myself should not be tested
measured by an ordinary women whose interests are vested
Spasms of love spasms of hate, yet the feelings are the same
out of kindness, out of lust, men and us just ignore the shame
Whore! My brain repeats.

Bring lights city nights, my eyes catches a stallion
start a conversation, does he need a companion?
caressing hands, brushing breasts, tricks are a million
rubbing your shoulders, whispering my wax is Brazillian
Whore! My brain repeats.

honey and cherry are fine, stronger than whisky and wine,
Sir doesn’t pay beyond my wages, just the liquor to dine
listen to the music, oh honey dear, will you just be mine
soothing a savaged beast, its daily crossing of the line
Whore! My brain repeats.

slow and steady, the conversation is just fantasy
hold his hand and tickle his palm, signal the transaction
sweeten the deal, convincingly show where is ecstasy
heart shaped bed, inviting the man for some quick action!
Whore! My brain repeats.

bite on me, getting him to make love gently,
new to this business, no teachers evidently
a generous client, with a Land Rover and Bentley
act carefully, now there’s no one to protect me!
Whore! My brain repeats.

How can I find pleasure in what he does to me?
Is it a leisure, the way he teases me and pleases me
My crimson fruited lips between my thighs, swollen
Desire running down my tender flesh, or just sullen?
Whore! My brain repeats.

the red crimson robe I am allowed to wear in his study room.
A paid by lover with a face so handsome like Orlando Bloom
Don’t fool yourself, whore!, this is simply an age old business
practice more than preach and fuck all those righteousness
Whore! My brain repeats.

My child has eyes, dark, profound, immense and intense.
Like you, vast night, just like the fucking, it all made sense
No! Their fires wish for love mingles with faith misplaced
sparkle in their depths, voluptuous, chaste and embraced!
Whore! My brain repeats.