I'm a poetry ho
addicted to the high,
the phallic ride that always finds my sweet spot.
Maybe I'm a slut,
it doesn't matter if I'm paid,
when I steal away from loved ones
to ride the waves of poetic passion and sensation.
either beautiful or lewd
slides across the sheets
embedding itself in the core of me.
I squirm in delight or
struggle against restraints,
the whiplash of panic
bringing tears that need to vent.
until euphoria erases sight and sound.
I'm a lost cause,
spilling my heart, my love, my lust
for everyone to see.
Do you have some time
to take a ride with me?