XXXIX

you picked me up through and made my dreams come true you rented my illicit wishes and made me comfortable in my shoe you brought me a blue jean you splashed your queenly dreams on to the scenes you played with words and brought me lean upon your bloody lips that sheen my existance of being a paid lover selling my fantasies under cover rented by you, a world much braver dashed and crashed, your rented lover come on, touch me up just before the penny you pop up bill it, my hands around your cup chains around the neck take me anywhere, your rented pup