A brothel of sorts–
This cesspool of words
Each a whore waiting for its next trick.
Cheap and dirty,
Looking for a little love and affection.
Through the two-way mirror
Voyeurs read the filthy act;
Drooling over each thrust of the pen,
Until the climax
When the page collapses
In its ink soaked ecstasy,
Ah…such a sweet release.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Saw this story earlier… wonderful idea 🙂
Thank you Sue, I’m glad you liked it. 🙂
Not quite as dirty as the title leads one to believe I suppose. 🙂
Dominic, so clever, I love it! Wonderful and witty!
Thank you Pepperanne, I appreciate that. 🙂
Thank you very much, I suppose the title is much dirtier than the poem. 🙂
Wow! Powerful stuff!
Thank you, such weird things go through my mind sometimes. 🙂
I absolutely LOVE this one!!
“However, I still feel ‘cheap and dirty’!” *wink*
Me too…I was blushing while I was writing it. I’m really glad you liked it. 🙂
I may need a bucket of ice to cool off….!
Maybe…it’s the cleanest dirty poem that I could write. 🙂
Aw, let ‘er rip, Dom 😉
I think I will, I had fun with this one. 🙂
Have been toying with the idea myself for quite some time … but … like the Lion on the Wizard of Oz — no courage. o.O
Ooh err! I feel all voyeuristic now. 🙂
Thank you, I really had fun writing this one and I’m glad you liked it. 🙂
wonderful idea – I believe I read or saw similar story!
This one was just bouncing around in my head so I figured why not put it to paper and see what happens.