Hands roaming my body,
Fake smile on my face,
Grinding his hard on,
I get down on my knees.
Innocent eyes succumbed to his desires,
I know I have him under my sleeves.
Ruining his innocence, I smile at the crowd,
Shocked faces looking at me proud.
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It's been days since his last arrest,
He calls me at night, begging to be possessed.
I'm done with sales cause I'm all sold out,
They are all thirsty souls going through their first drought.
Drowning my emotions in sexual fantasies,
I appreciate my only talent.
I'm broken, I'm wounded,
My heart is cracked,
They just won't know cause I'm harlot,
It's my name, but it's not who I am.
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Well God Dayummm, I found this in my drafts. I ain't editing this shit.
YOU ARE READING
HOETRY'
PoetryPlaying with your mind, fucking it up beautifully. A unique journey in the form of poetry, now known as HOETRY'. -C.C- @fearless_pineapple
