“Just One More”

Early flight; foreign daze too bright.

Night draws with a bang.

Curtains closed, skirts up.

Old streets buzz with pimps and cheats .

Sex in the air; for a fair fare.

Her tired mouth, his wallet.

A classy bar, a sleazy toilet.

Part of the play, trip away.

Any old dud feels like a stud.

Pussy on the wind.

Setting up for good grind.

Getting low so you can’t go.

She lays her head to rest.

Holiday urge starts to spread.

He pushed her ‘til she was sunned down.

“Just one more."

Pretends he's not off to score.

Whore behind another door.

Sleepy head all tore with gore.

Slips in hours too late...

Stinking and slick from a professional date.

“Just one more,” he said.

Wet with mixed sweat.

A foreign scent had him spent.

Deceit on the forgotten receipt.

Deceit cheat never sleeps.

It’s always just one more…

Score.

© Natasha Sinclair 2019