Sex and Cheap Wine

Since it’s hump day, I decided to post an erotic poem, so if you don’t like eroticism, or are easily offended, please don’t read on. I wrote this poem a few years back. 

Sex and Cheap Wine

My love floweth over

like a cheap glass of wine.

An old starlet has-been

secluded, unrefined.

No more parts to play

for an extravagant price,

only bar stools and beer

looking for men to entice.

Wasn’t long ago

they sought my swollen crimson,

offering drinks and cocaine

to relieve their tension.

Foreplay wasn’t the same

the merest formality.

Lovers complained

but they lacked sexuality.

Ate ice cream and pussy

as though they’re alike

give them head anywhere,

use their cock as a spike.

Look back, not much changed

in the way I’m treated now,

except for how it ends,

I gather clothes, then take a bow.

Booze and Sex,

Bea