- Erotic Poetry
- Crawl-At-Your-Feet Whore
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Pleading whore
Much too familiar with the streets
and what can sometimes happen to those who take the bait
Feigning joy, her soul silently agrees
Soliciting, and of course, she's patiently waiting
Begging whore
Few truly understand what she's been through
Or why she'd lay in a bloated alley all night
But she's still here, hopefully soon to be redeemed
If only she had a chance, her life could take flight
Pleasing whore
Sadness in her eyes, an unsung song in her throat
She looks for solace in what pleases her customers
As if it heals the pain, or makes her more than she is
But she knows money will never be enough
Degradation whore
Weighed down by her ilk she smiles and lies
Handing her body over while her mind screams out why
She's desperate, desperate to fill up her empty cup
But an anal whore will often be her only sup
Anal whore
Injected with pleasure and filled with shame
The degradation she feels can never be tamed
She knew there was no escape, no way to rewind
To extinguish what she was,
a crawling-at-your-feet whore
