She sells her body He whores his words She takes it for money He gives it for free Both emotionally drained Pouring with sweat They collapse on their pillows As their heads start to spin
we move in the same circles yet we’ve never spoken we see each other all the time but the effort is token i gaze on your beauty my senses awoken your words that I've read
we all have things we like to hide bury them away deep inside the walls we build are big and strong still we know that it won’t be long till some invading third party whore
I stood on the ramp leading to the front door. I looked left and saw her standing on an identical ramp some 500 meters away. She waved and I heard "meet me on the patio for sandwiches."