18+ An out of left field poem about a working girl I once adored from a distance. |
-Marie Maria- by Keaton Foster 18+ Truth And beauty Maria Maria An angel Amongst monsters I know her I adore her She sees me Knows nothing of me She works the corner Strutting her magic I’m sure her story Is indeed quite tragic But oh my God Her body Men stand in line Acting like they Are going somewhere As they rush to her side The negotiation is quick The act itself is often quicker A master at faking love She never skips a beat As the men she loves Fall all over themselves Her hair is raven black Her eyes, even blacker Her shape, close to perfect Her figure, quite ample Each curvature, flawless She was given every gift Except one She has no morality For her alone It’s about the money Sex for hard earned cash I only feel sorry for her Because I’m a broke bastard I cannot afford her comfort I cannot pay for her affections Men like me are seen to her As unprofitable specimens Of what we are capable of And what we ultimately become Oh the things I’d do Oh the shame I’d inflict Of course not unto her But only unto myself Her body Her curves The confining nature As her orifices Are the things of dreams Perverted ones I must add Any animal can be taken Out of the woods But no beast Can be removed from All that it contains Truth And beauty Maria Maria An angel Amongst monsters I know her I adore her She sees me Knows nothing of me I’d pay her if I had the cash I’d spend that money And I’m sure she'd let me She is a professional As master as providing What of course Twisted dreams are made of… Marie Maria Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |