Bought And Paid For

The heady taste of you on my tongue
reminds me of caviar;
I can remember the slicksaltsweet,
and the spread of your thighs,
oiled and offered.
You are a rich love, with expensive tastes —
I didn’t think I could afford you,
but I’ll gladly pay the market price
until you’re off the shelves.

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