breathing man on the telephone what do you seek? are you alone? naked man moan into my apathetic ear how tall are you? what do you fear? sad,strange man if you only knew with all the money you spend on me I never think of you. do I use you? for my own thrills. If you think its hot. it pays the bills. barely legal still in the nest you need to realize this is all a test. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- I've felt a bit dirty lately,upon starting my new job. thus this horrid poem
I don't have the insider, but I still loved it. It's sordid, but cheeky, sinister but still fun. And I like the way your protaganist is as titillated as her "admirer", even though it's just a job. It's a strange juxtaposition of boredom on one side and misplaced passion on the other.
I find this poem very sad...the tone seems rather upbeat, the light little rhyme skips along deceptively...but still, so sad. I want to cry now! For the person providing the service, who gives both so much and so little of themselves away for, yet again, what is so much and yet so little, and for the lonely man who seeks a turn of affection in a place so devoid of it. Thanks...best piece I have read today...really made me think.
hehe... i have phone sex for free, baby YEAH! *giggles* but i loved the poem anyhoot, especially the last two stanzas... i'm with little skinny, "It's sordid, but cheeky, sinister but still fun." and if you feel shame... at least you're on the phone and not out on the street.
Well written and summed up nicely. The pragmatic side of me understands and accepts but the mom side a me wants to stick you back on the back burner for a coupla more years... and I think duct tape is also involved in that last equation too. ((((((( dee babeee )))))))
I test the value of a perverts money. my self respect is better than it has been in year....no,not due to my current employer. It is,however, due to a life lacking drama and fear. A comfort if you will
