because i am male
i can only buy sex
with charm
vague promises
or just plain cash
because you are female
you must always be paid for
with presents
attention
or just plain cash
because we are human
we hide our desires
pretend to ourselves
that it's only a game
because we are lonely
once bitten twice shy
we trap one another
in silence
and pain
because it's so hard
to admit to a stranger
you'll never relax with them
till you have screwed
so all men are bastards
and all women bitches
and i'm jacking off
to a shot of a nude
Little Flower Book by Wayne Myers