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Prowling Through a Whore House

PROWLING THROUGH A WHORE HOUSE

Alone,
in heat, I prowled
my whore house, scanned
the faces of the ever-willing ones
awaiting for my picking.

“Heck, no!
I’ve had them all,”
I said. “Have even come for some
of them again and yet again
for want of something new.”

Off to another
whore house then to prowl,
and trawl, then found a plump one, 
thin one, and another in between, 
paid price for take-home beauties, 
“Hah! Monogamy go hang!” I said.

An orgy 
dreamed and hungered for, 
the licking, ravishing, caressing
through a dark night, senses-lit
and straight up till late morning, 
heavy-lidded, sheets in disarray, 
weary, after all assumed positions
still not wanting to let go
first wanton beauty in my arms.

Ah!
Two more books to go!

Copyright © Miguel Mendoza | Year Posted 2013

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  1. Date: 2/7/2016 2:31:00 AM

    MIGUEL, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing and sharing your poetry. LOVE LINDA
  1. Date: 9/13/2015 8:35:00 AM

    Miguel, wonderful poem. Skat

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