Night Slag

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Confessions of a streetwalker.
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Fill me up with your seed
and leave a twenty on my nightstand.
Smoke a cigarette afterwards,
undo my bra beforehand
and let’s see where it will lead.

Come with me to my room,
and let’s start and put out (a fire).
Did you find me in the street?
Maybe in the alleyway?
On my knees, I will earn my keep.

Jack-off on my me –
My face is your canvas,
my gash is your home;
I am your slag at midnight,
I don’t like sleeping alone.

My body is yours
if the price is right.
Pull out a ten-spot,
right along with your cock;
I am forever a bad girl.

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