Saturday Morning Kinky Ass Whore Lament
It is 11:30 am Saturday morning and the sun
From drawn shades is burning my eyes
Two maids from Mumbai are banging at the door
Cursing me in five dialects of Hindi
As I wipe cheap wine and desert sand from my eyes
Long enough to see a rumpled red dress and fishnet stockings
Laying crumpled on the floor
Essence of whooped pussy lingering on my tongue
Mocking the succulent filet mignon
We had for dinner taste in my rancid morning trench mouth
My back is burning and my arms and legs scream with soreness
As I hear someone get out of the bathroom shower
And start peeing
Standing up.
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