The Harlot and the Fool
The Harlot and The Fool
She a sultry vixen bought love with her cries
I ,the scoundrel , ate her up with my eyes
Sexy curves just so right on a body so lean
world called her princess, I called her Jean!
Nights of tossing gold dust upon her bedroom door
she weeping so so profusely begging for more
Never outright selling her hot steamy pleasure
men eagerly offering their lives and treasure!
Blue ribbons adorning her hair of woven gold
market mastering as her secret wares were sold
Customers lined castles just to see her glow
offering gold and gems to see her sexy show!
She a queen that ruled in the realm of desires
wrapped in gold and silk stoked the many fires
Dreams offered in sexy body and sweet low moans
her victims ,lost in fantasy and sexual groans
A prince appeared to whisk the goddess away
I, the scoundrel , could not make her stay
Her parting words, bitter arrows cutting my pride
good night sucker, bring more gold, get another ride!
Robert J. Lindley 07-27-2014
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014
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