a poem by J. Scott Hardin

The Greatest Whore

Young friend, take this advice:
Find a woman whose laugh
Becomes your laugh,
Whose thoughts
Make you think,
And whose flesh
Is your breathless sanctuary.
Hold to her exclusively.

But when it comes to ideas,
Sow your oats everywhere.
And don't use protection, either;
It ruins the sensation.
Take every size, color and orientation.
Thrust and pull out recklessly.
Here the disease is the reward:
Become the greatest whore.

© by J. Scott Hardin

 
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #11 ~ September 2010