In Exchange | By: Terry Collett | | Category: Poem - Life Bookmark and Share

In Exchange

In exchange
for a money note

she was willing
to remove her clothes

and lay back
and let you

make love to her,
but for the exchanging

of coins
you'd be lucky

to get a whiff
of her perfume

as she turned
and walked away

with her nose
in the air

and all you had left
was her ass departing

as you gave her the stare.

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