Whore

I dream of you being a whore.
Home, morning,
crawling slowly, throwing
on a nightstand three sweaty notes,
Smelling of lust, shame and dollars.
You telling me stories, all hard core
motel room with drunk boars.
You, standing on fours, doing your chores.
Your body sore. They want more.
I can't sleep anymore.
Your sinister body
undressing caressing,
going  down...
Blow you, throw you
deeper and higher.
My rocket's on fire,
Falling, crushing,
thrashing, bashing
in a vile desire.....
We are back
from the hiking.
We tired...
Your face needs
some wiping...
You smile.