"That's the deal" By Ben Goode 2017 (c)

"That's the deal" By Ben Goode 2017 (c)

I feel a pity for them.

These lonely lives.

Perhaps have girlfriends.

And wicked wives.

Perhaps unloved.

Never satisfied.

Perhaps, because they've over tried.

I come to them, and they choose me.

And I wonder what they really see.

I am a person, I'm not free.

Perhaps I'll never, ever be.

I wonder how they really choose?

Not thin enough, now that's old news.

They want to know what I can do.

And if I'll teach them something new.

I have to switch off. In my mind.

Try and care, and be so kind.

I undress, and they do they same.

But it's a job and not a game.

It's not for all, some go insane.

They want just pleasure here again.

They lie just there upon the bed.

I climb on them and give them head.

Success is in the faces red.

No love is here or ever said.

They want to have sex, here I go.

I read their faces, always know.

I have protection, where they grow.

I just climb on, go with the flow.

There is some pleasure, that I feel.

Breathing hard, they want a squeal.

Although this act is all unreal.

They find their pleasure, that's the deal.