My H2O Hooker
Based on true events
I was lost and lonely, desperate..
One last call, diminishing faith..
In her maternal space.. a life-saving breath..
For her seduction, suffocating thirst..
I see her often, but seldom her true depth..
Mimical faces, merely reflections..
Smells like hell! shhhhhh silence..
She peaks the surface, I turn emotional..
I was untouched, almost virginal..
Sex drive, that only keeps me half alive..
She invites me to dangerously dive..
She said yes, I said no!
She took off her dress, I said let go!
Goddam a hooker, embarrassed, now I know!?
….
Obliviously attempting a bridge to build to cross but a blast!
I looked away, disgusted by her cheap temptations..
Her energy was superficial, artificial, almost non-existent..
I was barely hopeful, yet, my libido took me over..
Looking at her, should I change my mind?
I turn away but she pulls me from behind.
She’s a monster but pricelss, can I give up the chance?
Usually, I am out of reach, so I’m intrigued to seize the day as it may be the last..
Going to sleep, thinking whether I should do it?!
Maybe I should just please myself and terminate the urge!
Waking up, she’s blinking, come in, dive into my world..
I was walking in circles, should I, shouldn’t I…
Why am I so puzzled?
I am no saint, just a human, with human needs..
I asked her if she’s ready, she said when you are.. I wasn’t sure
But pay first, my service is not for free you know?
I was 50cm away, sniffing around for clues of..
Come, come in.. it’s ok she said.
I submerged.. yaaaa her taste!!!
Like a shot of Vodka mixed with double Espresso..
Ah and a slap in the face..an insulting one..
Ah and a cold bucket of frozen fish over my head..
But who’s looking anyway, no one would ever know..
Rrrrrrrr…
Fffffff……
Ooooo…..
Hiding my feelings from myself
Do I suffer or sense an extreme pleasure?
Cold and warm..
Soothing yet disturbing..
Emotionless, empty..
Dirty, awkward..
Instat but somehow profound..
Just shut your brain and get your orgasm. ASAP!
Love-making this stranger, hate-making my standards..
Uknown sensations are greeting me..
Do I like it? effortfully, I do.
While we’re doing what we’re doing..
I close my eyes, I dream about someone else..
Across this hill.. I know she’s there!
I see but cannot touch, it’s too far but just some hundred meters away..
Stuck with this repolsive hooker, but I come, well, sort of..
She doesn’t mind, she’s heartless..
Not even feeling me.. I am drowning in her infinite container..
I am too small, like a little rat in the circus, munching leftovers in the bins..
She fell asleep, not in my arms but on the side of the..
I heard her snoring, moving, waking up and falling again..
Restless, shouting in her mind..
Mindless but still full of something.. probably trouble, drugs, anger..
Who is she and what she’s been through?
I am too careless to even ask.. maybe nervous.
Deep inside I know she’s been raped, f*cked too many times..
Or maybe just sucked by life’s demands..
I cannot save her, she’s married with too many men.. countless..
just like me.. lonely. but plenty, plenty of…
……..….nothing.
She exchanges her body to recieve her salary..
At the end of the month, she’s lonely too, empty..
Purposelessly wasting another day of self torture, but she cannot refuse..
She’s land-locked, well somehow..
In a cage.. well only partially..
The door is open the gate is vast but how to escape?
But after all she’s self-locked, where is the key?
A tsunami, a thorough clean up!!
I see her again, we sleep, I pay, she stays and me, well I hang around..
Since I need her too..
She’s the only one who desires me nowadays, hey the door is open anyways..
How low can I go..
In order to survive we meet, every day for the last 3 days now.
Everyday it’s a bit different, I get use to her..
She cleans herself for me, at least that’s how she makes me feel..
The wind is blowing, washing my worries away..
But the smell, oh the smell.. something is off!
I am welcome, even though, still alienated from my real girl. Virtually.
But who’s real and who’s not?
My hooker hugs me everyday now..
Her hug is all I have..
Today, for the first time she said..
It’s ok, you don’t need to pay, today it’s ‘on the house’, and stayed to cuddle..
Are we in love?
I asked myself..
The filthy look in her eyes didn’t scare me anymore..
I was still curious..
Who is she?
Behind the superficial reflections?
Behind the the oily, prismatic make up?
Can I see through the apparent disguise?
Should I open up and share my fortress with her?
How long is it going to last?
Deep inside, I know she’s not for me..
But I will come to visit, I promise..
In times of need, embarrassed to say..
After all, I am no man hooker but a user..
A user of this woman, for my own egoistic animalistic needs..
Another member of the club of paying strangers..
But I submit..
But I admit..
…..
Who is it?
Who is it???
Who is it???????????????????
My name is Ocean, Portside.
What do you mean?
Ocean Portside, what kind of name is this?
…..
Cormoran, knock knock knock, it’s time to wake up!!!
Yes Captain, I had the strangest dream.
You were daydreaming. Captain replies..
What do you mean?
Open your eyes..
It’s Ocean Portside, for the last 3 days now.
Don’t you remeber? You asked me to wake you up when it’s high-tide so you could go swimming again in these dirty, dark waters.
It’s seems that you really need it, so go for it.. enjoy!
