sinful lovers
take for another

I should have bought me some whores

flipping the pages
looking for wages

on the catwalk floor

my beer sipping
his bitch whipping

we go together like sex & drugs
and rock & roll

kiss me baby kindly
roughly

beating the rhythm of my time

licking the stanza like a barbaric ritual
her stilettos hammer into the floor
six inches of hard cock drive
into a two-bit whore

groins stirring
hips gyrating
watch the lithe dancer
on the pole

neon and cheap beads
tassels and new beats

high legs
low weights

he follows her every twirl

there ain't no winning
no stopping this rimming

he moves like a wild man on his horse

I watch as my lover rides the whore
down with the rhythm

under the glow sticks out on the floor