Oldest profession in humanity,
Giving up my body whilst servicing you,
Loving the money,
Compartmentalising those anguished emotions too.
Seductress and enchantress,
Stockings and suspenders,
Aroma and suggestiveness,
Lies and Obsessiveness.
All of these things,
I can be for you,
Want to try new things,
It's going to cost you.
Transactional,
Experiential,
Sexual,
Casual.
Upper class,
Sophistication,
Dark alley ways,
Degradation.
Started so young,
Innocently,
Started with nothing,
Now look at me.
Broken home,
Broken bones,
Broken wishes,
Better off on my own.
Dark memories of a time,
Unhappily,
Memories of mine,
Blanked out totally.
Incall, outcall,
An arrangement too,
Adultwork or Viva Street,
I advertise there too.
Married men,
Single men,
Unhappy men,
Twisted men.
All shapes and sizes,
Anyway, anyhow,
Some like devices,
Anyway, anyhow.
Money is a need,
To spend on me,
Money is something,
I take off thee.
The only thing I love,
Whatever currency,
Still the same price,
Heavenly pussy.
Luxurious lifestyle,
Jet set for me,
Prada, Jimmy Choo,
Labels are fascinating.
Brothels or hotels,
Doesn't bother me,
My body is my tool,
Seductively.
Want here, want it there,
You're a bit kinky,
Want to tie me up,
Costs are increasing.
Sometimes I orgasm,
Delightfully,
Still going to cost you the same,
Financially.
Men ask me to stop this job,
Come stay with me,
Men ask me to be their wife,
Could you really trust me?
A few times I was tempted,
To give it up and say,
My life is together with you,
Then I'd change my mind and say no way.
Secrets to write a book,
Hilariously,
Maybe I'll do this when I retire,
Volumes within me.
On it goes,
Four seasons in full flow,
Will I stop,
I really don't know.
Lost count of how many,
Inside of me,
Shut that part off,
Historically.
Never did I think,
End up this way,
Never did I think,
It will end this way.