Receipts Of Seduction – Day 199, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Seduction.
The art of a Harlot,
Whether or not heir weary palms are forced for production,
Of a dollar withholding debt,
Owed to women and men,
Hoping to suffice in other ways besides an hour in bed just,
To live a quiescent life where no smiles are had…
Where love dies in the hands,
Of a soul who’s already dead inside…

My prudence lives on beyond my era of improvidence.
To be soft in this day and age is rebellion against a heart of stone that rots within,
A chest seeking gold to pile on instead,
Of love most let go for a price they are willing to pay…

Lust…
Regardless of its everlasting pain,
Many find pleasure in every whip they take,
Under sheets onto a back dripping wet in sweat while expecting a once-in-a-lifetime sting,
To lead to a ring,
They never grasp with a touch as slippery,
As their words rolling off of a tongue possessing taste buds for,
Receipts our world glorifies…
Sadly enough…