It is a moment, right?
A few minutes to an hour
Maybe more
Maybe less

Of lust
Of unfulfilled desire
Of knowing that is nothing to know other than the experience
Of having been allowed in there
Where no one else allowed us in before

Because
For all else
We were unworthy

(I often think there is a sort of generosity in a sex worker. I know, it’s business. And yet, many, many women would not have touched me for all the money in the world. I’m not saying you would have. Not at all and I don’t care. Just let me live in my corner of La La Land)
P.
(Of course, not your fault)