Along her skin
Not really honey
Know what I mean?
A little scared
A little daring
The little darling
Earned her money.
She played her role to perfection
Left me wanting more contortions
When she whispered more will be more
I did not hesitate and paid.
Black hair black eyes black skin
Black lipstick and black fingernails
Her teeth were paler than moonlight
Her tongue was burning red lava.
She made my body see the stars
Sweat glistening in candlelight
Fingers entwined like piano keys
Ebony and ivory white.
As I fell in love with her
Something soft and hard I saw
In her slender dark eyes
A pity of the strangest kind.
Mechanically she completed the transaction
Performing like an automaton
While she crushed my tender heart
With a practiced fake expression.
Selfishly I got my money's worth
Taking what I had purchased
Slowly discarding the rest
Even as it tore me apart.
A week later she texted me
“I need money baby”
I could not text her back
My poor heart could not bear it.
Written in February of 2016. Also posted on Medium there.
© 2016 Christopher Mahan