the whore in me...

the whore in me has never existed for more than a breath or two. she could step right in the shoes i'm in and help me sort out my life. but the night knows me best and it is spooning at it's best. that keeps me from going where there is to go. i feel your fingers wrapped tight in and around mine. cutting off the circulation as you pull me along.  always chasing after you...my one and only strife