Pay me in sand dollars
and candy cigarettes
for loving how it feels
to take off my clothes
with grown men in the next room;
or dance in a candlelit window,
embracing my pleasures,
while they hide theirs
out on the street.
Pay me in sand dollars
and candy cigarettes
for loving how it feels
to take off my clothes
with grown men in the next room;
or dance in a candlelit window,
embracing my pleasures,
while they hide theirs
out on the street.
Honest…excellent…
Rtk
thank you. here, it is simpler to be honest.
creepy
i suppose some think so.
the imagery hits me as disturbing – while the message resounds triumphant
It is disturbing, I suppose, technically. But I remember such distinct sexuality even as a very young girl…
Hahaha. 😉
I can hear your laughter : )
sand dollars and candy cigarettes … you got me there.
Love the contrast between loving and hiding.
Sorry but should the penultimate line read
“while they hide theirs” ??
yes, oops : )
Frightening.
(2nd last line, is the first ‘their’ supposed to be ‘they’?)
ugh, posting too quickly.
And without red wine. Always going to end in tears 🙂