Edge

About a prostitute and her encounter with another woman

What are you looking at?
I asked, but I...
Wasn't really asking
 
You see
I'll be your world
I'll be your girl
If you have the money
 
But my buyers usually have dicks
They fork out greens
To see my tricks
 
It's just hard earned money
That gets around
Like a cycle
It goes roun and roun
 
But this girl
Why was she watching me?
What about me
Was she looking to see?
 
She had a thin scar
Above her left eye
Wore black baggy jeans
That hid her feminine thighs
 
For a moment I thought
That she was a man
Until I saw 
Her tiny hands
 
I waited
To see what she'd do
She leaned in and whispered
Baby girl, I want you
 
She said...
I know the game
So are you willing to play?
Just give me what I want
Cause I'm willing to pay
 
I looked at her
Her brown eyes lonely
I'd grant them hope
Just one night only
 
So push my limits
Boyish girl
And for the money
I'll be your world
 
I let her pursue me
It was not something
I couldn't be

Later we found ourselves
Planting and stroking
aching and croaking
in the wilds of the night

Her rough hands like magnets
Her hard gaze like sadness
I was the comforter
I was the conquered

Push my limits
push my limits
Edge....edge...

Author's Note

It was so weird that I wrote this while watching a movie called "Zooman" which has nothing to do with what this poem is about lol...but I guess some music started playing in the movie and put me in a certain mood.

Reviews

[Janice Ann]

This did push the limits, I enjoyed being on the edge of this poem. It put me in a place that I have never experienced, and it made me think what I would do in this position, if for money a woman would be my world...hummm...

She said...

I know the game

So are you willing to play?

Just give me what I want

Cause I'm willing to pay

I love this I thought it put me right there. Great write!

[Lenard L. Banks III]

I love this poem to be honest I see this very thing going on being I go out a lot. It's sad to see women push to no boundaries for money. I think you meant to say panting and stroking not planting. other then that I saw no other error.

[Just Charles]

Nice poem. The rhythm kind of reminds me of Gwendolyn Brooks, though most of her poems are shorter than this one. I enjoyed it much! Definitely unique and original.

[OT]

very nice!! I love how it's written, the rhymes come strong and subtle at different points speeding it up as the action progresses and then slowing down to narrate!! great stuff!!!

[Morning Star]

WOW I LOVE IT!
Your words truly captured the life of many women
in the streets turning tricks to survive
And i must tell you the tone and language is absolutely stunning
I love the entire poem its Brilliant!

[Linear]

A somewhat sensual poem, of two lost souls reaching out for love, hurt and perhaps used by men they seek solace in each others arms, really quite beautiful, and who cares where our muse takes us where the inspiration comes from, excellent work

[Art Sun]

nice work on this decriptive and detailed view of those lives within the streets...a poem vividly showing ...living on the edge...

nice....

[Timtim]

This has a mastery to it. I love the story line, the way you describe the characters is also nice... the structure amazing. Nice write, looking forward to more of your work.

[Angel's Lady]

Well, good job! Music can be often an aphrodisiac among other mood changers, and this time it certainly worked for you!

Great write!

Her rough hands like magnets - I loved this line!

So push my limits
Boyish girl
And for the money
I'll be your world --- Oh yes!