Mr. Oh Mr.

A prostitutes song if you will.I thought about it sitting in class one last week.A twisted love story.

Pretty eyes lure him in, entrancing his mind with thoughts of their sin
Follow me she says. Mr. what is your name?
I am the one you desire. Mr. you put your women to shame
Mr. Passion is built and you say you want the Eiffel Tower
Give me your day and I’ll turn it into ours
The sweet smell of love intoxicating aroma
Mr. Love is an effort I wish not to put forward
Energy is all .I don‘t want better or worse
Make you fall for me, the making of a tragedy
Mr. I can’t tell you how long this game will last
Won’t ask you to trust me because trust runs fast
But I’m asking you Mr. what your name is?
When your heart finally shatters I will not take the blame

Author's Note

A prostitutes song if you will.I thought about it sitting in class one last week.A twisted love story.

Reviews

[Dream Weaver]

I can hear it now...nicely done...

[kuru]

nice write...great flow "Make you fall for me, the making of a tragedy" awesome line

[Rose]

A great piece of work :)
I especially love the last line, so descriptive.

[Vanna Renee]

"Give me your day and I’ll turn it into ours"
Such an insensitive verse, and yet it creates the entire story.
I love how you made a different sort of romance with this poem,,,
And it humors me that you thought about this while you were in class xD
haha Nice work
Agnes

[Joshua Donahue]

Wow!! Such an astonishing poem that really is sort of twisted when you think of the circumstances in it. Your words held me in from the very first line. Well done!

[Quaddeth]

The conotations of emotional attachment personified in the "Mr's" name really fuels the raw lust in the poem. The indifference of the narrator suggests they have a past, it got me thinking what is their past? Evidently there is something to hide and they have taken the "blame" prior to this prose.

A nice write, intriguing to say the least. Thanks.