So maybe I'm a whore
Pouty lips beg for a kiss
Got a body like an angel
Voice like honey what a sin
Maybe I'm made for lust
Got a body like a slut
Eyes that draw you in
Hips that beg to be touched
Got curves like no other
I was born just for sex
Dont care if I say no
Yeah I asked for this
My mind is so lethal
My tone cuts like a knife
My personalities expendable
And please just tell me why
Why do you grab me
Like a stress ball I'm a toy
Why do you laugh at me
When I say please no more
Why am I less human
Than you
So maybe I'm a whore
Got curls that bounce and flirt
Got lashes always batting
And a heart thats made to hurt
Maybe I'm a slut
A breathing little toy
Im made to be touched
For your pleasure and your joy
I've got a tiny little waist
Coke bottle figures as its called
I'd give up what you call beauty
If I could just be whole
I've got nails that break skin
As we're getting it on
My name sounds so exotic
And my will to live gone
Ive been used
You stole from me
All I had, my everything
I'm so impure maybe I'm a whore
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Poems
PoetryA poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language. These are generally morbid poems for people who are generally morbid, or maybe just taking a small step into the shadow realm. This is a trigger zone. I don't own t...
