Fuck Doll

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A poem about a fuck doll
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mak3nsh1
mak3nsh1
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It started out with us talking
As I learned more about you
My gut said start walking
I guess it really had a clue
When it comes to me and you
Nothing good would come of it
I reverted and tried to do
That’s when it all turned to shit
I knew that the feelings I had
Weren’t the ones I thought I had
At first it made me mad
Then I was sad
I knew then when this popped off
In the end you were a fuck doll
And every attempt I gave you for me to back off
You enticed more with every call
The tease you portrayed
The truth you betrayed
What it all boiled down to
Is you are nothing more than a fuck doll
In and out of my head you go
And every interaction with you a ball
In the end your holes are open
And I gave you all the sin
When it comes to you and I
The time seems to pass quickly by
And you were nothing but a toilet
There to be used at my leisure
With all the tools in your kit
I’d be lying if I said it gave me pleasure
Your soul and body you offered up
Expecting more from a situation unclean
Wasted potential rested in you
But what else could I have to glean
From the one I leave fulfilled and fully filled
Lazing about day in and day out
You were always searching for whore clout
When all was said and done
It didn’t take much for you to become
The fuck doll wanted by some
When you finally see
I used you as you used me
You though you could be my Mistress
Yet it was you in the slave dress
As this chapter comes to a close
I have you in little clothes
You have truly become
The fuck doll craving my cum

mak3nsh1
mak3nsh1
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