A money massage
 

If you had plans for me what would you have me be?

Shall I be exciting with prospects of astonishing proportion?

Shall I be on the cusp of a family fortune? Or how about just

About to make a killing on the stock market? But what if I

Were a poor man what then, would you spurn me and cast

Me into the midden?

Destitute lovers not required on board. Poor men need not

Apply for a place in your bed. But again, what if I didn't fancy

You? A cat can look at a queen without sipping her milk. All

I had in mind was to love a girl who loved me for who I am

Faults and all. I am not perfect, far from it, but I am a trier,

Who thus far tried and failed, and at present have nothing to

Recommend me save my honesty and my love for you.

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Tomorrow is another day, chocker block, nay, full to the brim

With new opportunity. Opportunity to search for and find those

Rivers of rivers so idolised by the banks. Lush incoming streams

Copious of cash, gushing of pounds, Euro’s and divers

Denominations from around the world sufficient to sweep me to

Fortune and you into my arms. For yes, I know the value of

Wealth and I am not ashamed to admit it.

Just think of it. Sleeping beside a man drenched in the smell of

The Dollar bill. Your breasts fresh with the scent of your lovers

Favourite topic money – counted every night before it slips down

A chute into the night safe. Gone, but not forgotten, the smell of

Money lingers long into the night. and after a nightcap or two. the

Smell of money makes its way to the bedroom where your lover

Takes you in his arms and treats you to the aftermath of a day's

Hard work – a money massage. Now I wonder how many girls of

Your acquaintance can say that?

©Joseph G Dawson
13/03/2016