There's no such thing as a hoe

What the hell is love

She laid in bed, body curled into a ball like a new born star
Her silk bedsheets gave comfort to the small space between her large ,rounded thighs

As she laid,she was silent in deep concentration .

Meanwhile her body sent complex messages from brain her brain
to every ,other, inch of her body .

It was clear she desperately craved for his love on this bleak ,midwinters evening

Slowly she stood,ready and decisive.
That day would be the day.

Her 16th birthday had just passed
there was no way she could hold in her desires.. Because the love inside her body was heavily fumed like burning fires..

She put on her white laced underwear .
It created contrast between the smooth complexion of her midnight skin

She slipped out the window and began
Sprinting underneath the stars without thought.

After traveling underneath the galaxy's above her race she approached the finish line
she knocked on the window 

he let her in.

Before she knew it her thighs where tightly interlocked
his intense movements sent vibrations  through her starlit body
It was then she had learnt the real feeling of love and
He was so eager and
He didn't say word and
She knew he must have been overwhelmed with passion and..

when everything seemed just too good to be true
he bussed his nut.
Told her "get outa her hoe"

The next morning she woke up with nothing more than a belly full of cum and sore thighs
Wondering
"What the hell is love"