whore house motel

take my hand and let my
big ol' bear claw hold
your pretty little prissy hand
tight with it's feminine nails
your polish been lacking
just natural nails
that scrape at my palms
and hold me tight
in the darkness of Beelzebub's belch
as your nails dig deep
deep into my back
and you are inside me and I cry out
for more of the thrusting
and pushing of my childlike cries
as you make me your whore
and we hold hands even tighter
in the glory of breakfast
breakfast in bed
with tossed over sheets
and stinks that defy smelling
when all the maids ask
"what the hell happened here"