Hello Doghouse 2011


So... I paid a whore.


Just another cold and solitary night,
Stumbling warily unlike a noble Knight,
I found myself standing in the rain,
Too tired to remain, yet unable to refrain.

I entered the warm and dry,
the Perfumed and sweet,
Beauty, so polluted awaited,
Reluctant and nervous I agitated.

Unsure, Uncertain and Unwanted,
I waited until the very end,
A parade of tainted purity,
Unlike the others I felt a depth of insecurity.

After all the rest she approached,
Warily I stood my eyes encroached,
With silence we slowly spoke,
By my hand she gently lead.

To a room that was just a mere bed,
Not a boy or a swine,
My intent was neither defined,
Her top pulled down, I checked her act.

Pausing she queried my desire,
Unable to answer,
Unwilling to command,
I simply sat.

Motioning away she slowly swayed,
Again our eyes kissed,
She whispered "What is your wish?"
I shrugged as if to dismiss.

That is when she delicately caressed,
With a soft and caring press,
She seemingly put me at rest,
Taking my hand upon her breast.

I pulled away,
She smiled and said that I may,
All I had to do was pay,
I grew reluctant to stay.

I gave her the notes of all my wealth,
She smiled satisfied,
I was somewhat gratifed,
Whispering to her what it was I wanted.

The room darkened,
Two strangers most intimate,
Calm minutes past as she serviced,
I smiled and thanked her.

"That is all?" she asked,
Still fully clothed and undefiled,
"Yes" I warmly smiled,
"Thank You" she graciously blessed.

And so I left,
Back into the night,

And so it was I had paid a Whore,
All that it was for,
Was for her to say to me,
"I love you."



Kym Robinson, December 2011