Queen of my latent passion
Hand me another glass with a smile
Dance for me a little
Whore, my lover, my escape
And with your cheap extensions
I paint the portrait of a stranger
Sexually demanding, hungering for more than a hollow encounter
Sugar queen
Acid trips are for the sane, you say
And when you smell of old men and cheap wine
I only hope you charged your worth
Sleepless nights, bitter without fail
Ripped fishnets tell the story of an eternity
You stand 5'9, stilettos shine a merciless lure
Eyes of pure lunacy
You take me without a thought
We pretend we're royalty
In a luxurious bed, in the east tower of a spacious castle
Instead of the filth infested motel 8 on fourth ave.
Cigarette butts, candles of our parody
Needles, exhausted ecstasy telling the floor our secrets
Sweat washing away a hard night's work
And you my beauty take me places unknown
Flattered by the price reduction
And choice of flavors
Princess of the hourly rate
Queen of my latent passion
Without goodbyes you depart
Leaving me stuck in your ghastly vivacity
And with your last stare, I paint the portrait of a stranger.
AN: this is dedicated to Maxi, it reminded me of you when I wrote it, I have no Idea why but it did, maybe because of mirage? But I'm very proud of this; I think I did a superb job.