Mr. Oh Mr.

A prostitutes song if you will.I thought about it sitting in class one last week.A twisted love story.

Pretty eyes lure him in, entrancing his mind with thoughts of their sin
Follow me she says. Mr. what is your name?
I am the one you desire. Mr. you put your women to shame
Mr. Passion is built and you say you want the Eiffel Tower
Give me your day and I’ll turn it into ours
The sweet smell of love intoxicating aroma
Mr. Love is an effort I wish not to put forward
Energy is all .I don‘t want better or worse
Make you fall for me, the making of a tragedy
Mr. I can’t tell you how long this game will last
Won’t ask you to trust me because trust runs fast
But I’m asking you Mr. what your name is?
When your heart finally shatters I will not take the blame

Author's Note

A prostitutes song if you will.I thought about it sitting in class one last week.A twisted love story.

Reviews

[Paula Tsurara]

I found this exceptional. I love the way it flows off the tongue quickly and easily like an auctioneer. It fits.

[Huggy Bear]

I like it due to the fact it is very powerfully told:)

[Huggy Bear]

Great poem:)

[Tina Kline]

Nicely done. It says what the game is all about.

[Senseless whatever]

Good write. Very straightforward.

[Coyote Poetry]

The offer of temporary love is being sang often and in most places. I like the story and the language of this poem. Woman of the evening rarely cause love but can cause great emotion and desire for a price. I like the last line. A outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Robin]

you have put forth thoughts that can apply to any love story ..

[Stripes]

This is an awesome twist on the normal guy-breaks-girl's-heart as well as the normal love story. Keep up the awesome work!

[watch_the_world]

great read xD

[FocusedAmnesia]

Great read. Flowed incredibly well.