I pay money to have someone touch me.
I live on the periphery and holiday
to the places where other people live.
Their frustrations, mis-matched needs, endless
compromises and irritations grind away
but mostly some human lubricant
keeps things from breaking apart.
Is it that I don't compromise enough?
Or too much maybe?
Chameleon-like
I can be all things to all people but
do they just see actress?
Shutter click on a
devoted and self sacrificing "mistress";
click, lonely career woman;
click, wild temptress;
click, fucking cock hungry woman
from an electronic friend.
Click, click.
Emotional void wanting to be filled.
No wonder people run.
I lay face down on the bed and
the small Chinese girl moves my legs apart
because I have paid her to.
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