He discarded her for a good time call.
A cheap seductive bat of lashes, let me show you where my assistant resides.
Behind her, innocent eyes, she could be no more than three
Yet here she was as displayed as her dear old mother.
Nothing more than property.
What life had she created?
Brushed aside the lamb would be spared but the harlot volunteered for this beast to consume her rotting flesh.
Open legs, sour aroma of perhaps a man too many.
Chapped and stained, the lollipop was ever between her lips.
Can you bear to caress what the devil tossed in the trash?
Filth.
She was scum to be discarded amongst the weeds.
Oh, but her vile seduction rang true.
Never allow a whore to falsify love with you...
Though easy as she may be to ignite desires
Troubles abound as the diseases of her stench.
Putrid dame.
Horrid
Atrocious
Nasty
Noxious
Abomination
Harlot is your name.
