Are you broken?
Unwanted?
Alone in this world?
Then
Sleep with me, boy,
I need the money.
Come up to my room.
Strip down to your need.
I'll disrobe in turn.
Your desire'll be freed.
Sleep with me, boy,
I need the money.
Be my protector,
Provider and mate.
Make it just for tonight,
For now I'm your fate.
Sleep with me, boy,
I need the money.
Put the cash on the table
And your hands on my flesh.
I'll always be the first time.
I'll ]all of the time|always] be fresh.
Sleep with me, boy,
I need the money.
Written over twenty years ago
as the lyrics for a fictional song,
recorded by my character,
in a play-by-email and online roleplaying game.
Resurrected from The Internet Archive Wayback Machine.