the smell of you on my fingers
the smell of love and all the forms it has taken

so many naked legs on the blankets on the
floor in the glow of the television
loving quietly since my dad's not to supposed to know you're in here.

but i couldn't help it

i was lonely
and i was alone
and you were homeless
and i've always been a home

a heart like a hotel

and i took what you gave
stretched you out
beat you a little
accepted your offer
and bought you cigarettes
so you wouldn't smoke the ones out of the trash

and when they asked me why i dated
you

i told them you were more honest
and they said worried about disease

who isn't

the smell of you fresh showered
my fingers gently reaching into places
only a person who loves themselves washes

and pampered you
my fingers sure and slick and friendly up the length of your cock
which has probably been sucked for money

but life is all about selling sex
and i couldn't blame you

no, i didn't have to pay for this
but i keep picking up strays don't i.