Dangers of Prostitution

You wanted a "good time"
That's what you got
You thought I was easy
That I am not

But later on
I'll see you in hell
Because that's surely where
We'll dwell

Look, sex is a crazy business
You shouldn't have got involved
Now where has it got you?
Your body is dissolved

You weak man
Arrogance and stupidity isn't a great mix
Thanks to you
I just earned a  badge to my bag of tricks

You thought you'd get lucky
Thanks for the money
Sorry about the blood 
Honey

But this is a tricky business
You lost your life
And before the climax
At least I enjoyed.. oh yes, holding that knife
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Pandit Avatar
January 21, 2020 at 8:09 AM
That was a dark story--but it happens, especially in the world you describe.
Deo Avatar
January 20, 2020 at 1:28 PM
Did you kill that customer? Caveat Emptor indeed.
Barden Avatar
October 5, 2018 at 8:47 AM
This is superb writing, Princess Xia, and a rather provocative topic, yet handled deftly, (like that blade) ... I, too, love the dark and sensual, (my favorite genre to write in), but it is an acquired taste for most, sadly, as I have found much beauty, healing and strength in the dark. Not sure you'll ever see this as you haven't posted in a couple of years, but if you do, please see my poem "Fallen Down", (many more of that ilk). I wish I'd been around when you were active. Blessings! :-) <3
Raynes Avatar
September 26, 2018 at 9:41 PM
wow, I love where this takes me, such a fast read, so many emotions brewing here, nice stuff. Your poetic friend, Lewis
Miers Avatar
August 23, 2014 at 6:38 PM
dark. weird. I suppose it would be a tricky, tricky deal.
Xia Avatar
August 23, 2014 at 8:22 PM
Hah thanks! I am a dark and weird person! normally just one of those traits at a time.. but on occasions both.. hehe those are called "my good days" d:
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