Flowers in a London Apartment
Kofi Fosu forson
"And then what will he do...Piss off it! Like what...Sadie it's your body. And then? To hell with him. Don't you ever...I swear he ever lays a hand on you what I wouldn't do. Sadie! Sadie...I gotta go. Speak to you later."
The nerve of him. Sadie is too sweet to even know better. I woulda fucked him that's the problem. He offers to pay your way you do it. You don't come up with some shit 'bout commitment. What does she know. I love her like a sis but sometimes she's got a dig up the cunt. Tony's a good lay. I'd off him like that. You call a spade a spade. He hits her because she doesn't put out. The fuck of it...
Damn the cold. I've got the fit. Shit. Who was it that said he stuck a fag up his lady's bum to get off? Or did it happen to me? The fuck of it...I get sick and tired of this. When am I gonna get a job? I'm hung up on this. Not like it's getting me anywhere. I get paid dammit. I gotta keep telling myself that. I get paid. Wankers last night...The four of them. Can't believe I lasted that long. Like a fuck doll or whatever...Sure beats working the parents for a loan. The fuck of it...
Here's a funker. I betcha he's got a cigarette. He looks warmed up. Can't figure him out though. Shades at night...strange. No trouble here. Gonna off him for a trick.
"Excuse me you got a cigarette." Like what he's gonna walk away? "Are you sure you don't." He hasn't said a word. We're walking together...he hasn't said a word. Like what the fuck. Prick. "Yeah I get it you don't have a cigarette." The fuck of him we walking together and you don't say a word. Wouldn't have done him. Wouldn't have done him. Cheap shit.
Gotta pee. Guess I walk in here order a cup and have a pee. Not much of a crowd. I fancy sitting back there. Gotta work the pee first. Something says I'm due for a fuck tonight. Wouldn't find one here I don't think. Never know who could walk in. I'll fuck off the coffee long enough 'til I meet my match. Sure am lonely tonight. A good pee and I'm off a' thinking. Sure am trouble. Footballers? Me cunt's a little tender I think...hmm. Piss.
Bullocks. The fuck's got me seat. Queer. I'd fuck him. I'll sit next to him long enough 'til he turns straight. Oh well what do you know he's an artist. But to sketch in a coffee shop. I'd be just the the thing for him tonight. The look of him like some pretty boy from the academy. He's got something about him. I can tell. Could be mad or whatever. Queer. Bet he fucks like a queer. He's got pretty fingers I must say. So what I ask him if I could take a look. He's not gonna off me or whatever. Queer. Fucking queer.
"So what now?""Yeah I like it. Is it of me?" "But you weren't looking at me." "You've got talent."
The fuck is asking me if I want to model for him tonight. Is he serious. Apparently he is. We're walking out...I can't believe this. How do you figure an artist for a fuck. Like what he's going to paint me. I never sat for one of these. Not like I haven't taken my clothes off. So like what he's going to fuck me. I make money this way love. If you're going to fit it in me better bring the load love. Pounds of it. To think he's going to get a one off for free. Stupid. What did you learn in college. To fist or fuck costs you plenty. We've made the turn. I guess we've arrived.
A studio apartment. I figured as much. Got to admit I love his work. Quite the knack for color. I do love flowers. Would I...definitely not. A fuck in exchange for flowers. Paintings of that is. How ridiculous. Come to think of it I've fucked an artist. A bullshit artist. Bullocks. Getting that queer feeling 'bout this guy.
Got loads of boys out on the corner looking for a treat. Then again what a night for a fuck to then make money up and leave with no regrets. Instead the most beautiful boy I've met in a while is preparing to paint me. I love his paintings of flowers. They would look perfect on my wall. I have no shame.
I think I want to fuck him. I think I want him to fuck me.