Posts Tagged ‘Jones LM poetry’


SUGAR DADDY

 

Twenty dollars for a blow job, I said.

 

He smiled, as I jumpedĀ in his car.

We drove to hisĀ place,

a plush apartment in West Hollywood.

 

After the dirty work, he sat two twenties on the couch

and went to the bathroom.

 

I picked up a single twenty

and walked out the door.

 

Naturally,

he fell in love with me.

 

 

 

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