Are you familiar with the analogy,
one hundred dollars to a nickel?
Probably not. People rarely know themselves.
But that's you.
You start all in. Showering me
with one hundred dollar gifts
of affection, attention. Interesting
questions and thoughtful discussion.
Poetry.
You hook me, until I'm checking my phone,
hitting that refresh button.
And then, when you know you've got me
all in
That's when the gifts begin to dwindle.
Eighty dollars, fifty. A half-assed chat
about my day. A four hour delay
when I ask for permission to cum.
The barest compliment on a picture
I made just for you.
You wean me down until those
hundred dollar gifts are just a memory
and I'm grateful for a nickel.
Keep your pennies. I don't accept
your minimum effort. I am worth
One hundred dollar gifts
One hundred percent commitment.
I won't let you reduce me
To begging for your scraps.
Note: this is not about money. Or gifts. At all. It's a metaphor, people!!! ?♀️