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Line Them Up
She lined them up in front of me
And said the choice was mine
Each one of them could entertain
Each one of them was fine
In the past I’d had my share
But now, I wanted more
Someone with a soul inside
More than just a whore
I saw a sparkle in her eyes
And the smile upon her lips
Then my eyes traveled down
To a curve around her hips
Could I please have number three
Tall blonde and slightly round
The lady said, "You've chosen well
She’s the best that can be found."
When I entered the private room
She was lying in the nude
I asked if we could chat a while
She said, “Hell no, let’s screw!
I complied with her every wish
She fucked me like a whore
I guess my soul mate will have to wait
Tonight’s just another score
And said the choice was mine
Each one of them could entertain
Each one of them was fine
In the past I’d had my share
But now, I wanted more
Someone with a soul inside
More than just a whore
I saw a sparkle in her eyes
And the smile upon her lips
Then my eyes traveled down
To a curve around her hips
Could I please have number three
Tall blonde and slightly round
The lady said, "You've chosen well
She’s the best that can be found."
When I entered the private room
She was lying in the nude
I asked if we could chat a while
She said, “Hell no, let’s screw!
I complied with her every wish
She fucked me like a whore
I guess my soul mate will have to wait
Tonight’s just another score
Published 1st Nov 2020
Author's Note
This man had wealth, fame, and women. He thought he could find a soul mate at a Dallas brothel.
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1st Nov 2020 5:53pm
What a prolific write..my poet.. The truth will always set the mind free, nicely articulated as well
1st Nov 2020 7:43pm
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1st Nov 2020 8:00pm
Money can buy a woman's body but not her heart. All that glamour is not gold.
6th Nov 2020 9:32pm
