The Prostitute

If I was a prostitute
I'd sell my soul for all that loot
Delight wry lust for a fee
Release all insecurity

I'd not be bought along the street
In cheap motels on corner beats
Where lonely bums decide to cum
When all they thought they had is gone

Instead I'd have a penthouse suite
With fine exquisite luxuries
To satisfy my every whim
The same as I'd do her (or him)

And before I even let you up
To share with you my loving cup
We'd meet somewhere so I could see
If you'd deserve to play with me

I'd loathe the day but love the night
Writhe with you and set you right
Impassioned flame your burning fire
Then quench complete your true desire

All that I would do for you
All that I would do to you
If I was a prostitute
I'd relish every part of you