Illusive
I
It was a rainy Thursday, with grey skies above...
"Call me a cab," She said, coming from renting her skin a while in the lobby of a cheap motel...
With the sense of feeling accomplished.
Acrobatics along with feigned pleasure...
Like renting an orgasm, with noise.
Lights the cigarette in her mouth...
As she scratches the cobblestone with her steps...
"Who has something for my nose?" She asks.
"May my handkerchief be of use?"
I disguise my ingenuity and look at her.
She sneers, "Something to kill the sleep, idiot. If you give me some, you could ask for my clothes."
I stood silent until she scoffs, "Where will I find snow now?"
"I believe that a hundred could suffice? Do you agree?" I watch her examine me and narrow her eyes.
She turns and quickly walks around the corner.
"I'm just as alone as you, whore" I call,
I invite you to watch the sunrise in the morning, not to un-make the bed."
She froze in place but didn't turn to look at me.
"It's not what you do with your mouth my broken doll; that I ask. You can leave on your clothes,
My broken doll. I do not need them. Not the heat below your waist; I seek.
Just a bit of tenderness to see if you can cure,
What I'm going through."
She turns to look at me without a smile, "Let's walk."
*
"Tell me- does sex without pleasure turn you on?" I ask.
She inhales and looks around the room before answering, "Only when the client is a woman,"
She says, turning to look at me, "You understand?"
Hiding shock I answer, "Clearly. Don't think I think it's strange,
Everyone has their own taste and passion," I tell her. She nods but remains quiet.
I take off my jacket and look back at her, "Could I hold your hand?"
She looks at my extended arm with a skeptical look.
"Give me one hundred to begin with, and then we'll talk."
I quickly look in my pants and find nothing.
I look under the mattress and there they are. I hand them to her as if I were buying drugs.
She counts the money and takes a step towards me, reaching for her blouse.
I stop her, "It's not what you do with your mouth my broken doll; that I ask.
You can leave on your clothes, my broken doll. I do not need them.
Not the heat below your waist; I seek. Just a bit of tenderness to see if you can cure,
What I'm going through."
She blinks and nods at me without smiling.
She lifts her hand once I approach her, "One moment."
I stop.
"If that's your ex on the dresser, then the deals off."
She points towards my ex-girlfriends picture.
"Do you know her?" I ask, confused.
She sneers.
"I'm the one she left you for."
"Call me a cab," She said, coming from renting her skin a while in the lobby of a cheap motel...
With the sense of feeling accomplished.
Acrobatics along with feigned pleasure...
Like renting an orgasm, with noise.
Lights the cigarette in her mouth...
As she scratches the cobblestone with her steps...
"Who has something for my nose?" She asks.
"May my handkerchief be of use?"
I disguise my ingenuity and look at her.
She sneers, "Something to kill the sleep, idiot. If you give me some, you could ask for my clothes."
I stood silent until she scoffs, "Where will I find snow now?"
"I believe that a hundred could suffice? Do you agree?" I watch her examine me and narrow her eyes.
She turns and quickly walks around the corner.
"I'm just as alone as you, whore" I call,
I invite you to watch the sunrise in the morning, not to un-make the bed."
She froze in place but didn't turn to look at me.
"It's not what you do with your mouth my broken doll; that I ask. You can leave on your clothes,
My broken doll. I do not need them. Not the heat below your waist; I seek.
Just a bit of tenderness to see if you can cure,
What I'm going through."
She turns to look at me without a smile, "Let's walk."
*
"Tell me- does sex without pleasure turn you on?" I ask.
She inhales and looks around the room before answering, "Only when the client is a woman,"
She says, turning to look at me, "You understand?"
Hiding shock I answer, "Clearly. Don't think I think it's strange,
Everyone has their own taste and passion," I tell her. She nods but remains quiet.
I take off my jacket and look back at her, "Could I hold your hand?"
She looks at my extended arm with a skeptical look.
"Give me one hundred to begin with, and then we'll talk."
I quickly look in my pants and find nothing.
I look under the mattress and there they are. I hand them to her as if I were buying drugs.
She counts the money and takes a step towards me, reaching for her blouse.
I stop her, "It's not what you do with your mouth my broken doll; that I ask.
You can leave on your clothes, my broken doll. I do not need them.
Not the heat below your waist; I seek. Just a bit of tenderness to see if you can cure,
What I'm going through."
She blinks and nods at me without smiling.
She lifts her hand once I approach her, "One moment."
I stop.
"If that's your ex on the dresser, then the deals off."
She points towards my ex-girlfriends picture.
"Do you know her?" I ask, confused.
She sneers.
"I'm the one she left you for."