- Erotic Poetry
- Precious Whore
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I walk across my stone castle floor wearing a black silk robe,
And nothing more.
I am in search on my precious whore. she is a delicate flower,
And nothing more.
I walk through my torture chamber door. A room where
Chains hang from ceiling to floor.
The chains that hang from ceiling to floor are clamped to the
Ankles of my dear, sweet precious whore, she is wearing nothing more.
Her long legs, and luscious ass, lace the cold chambers floor. As you can
See my life is not a bore.
“I love all my sweet tasting precious whores.
And nothing more.”
I see a sweet tear fall from her soft face.
to the floor.
“My precious whore, please do not cry, soon your life
Will be no more.”
The sweet whore looks into my green eyes. “My master, do what you wish,
My body is forever more yours.”
I sat on my chamber floor. “In my arms, rest easy my precious whore. I
Will not kill you anymore.”
“I will only fuck you forever more, or until I get a new, sweet, and innocent,
precious little whore.” My life is not a bore.
I will live on forever more.
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