Treat Me "Right"

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A slut says whats the right way to treat her
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I will respect you more, its true
if you don’t give a fuck about what I do
and show no respect to me, my opinions or my boundaries.
coz I yearn for disdain, disdain so grand.

No need for political correctness, I say,
just be your wild self, I pray.
So slap my ass as I pass you by,
Catcall me, call me a doll, to make me shy.

Focus on my chest, ignore my face,
Devalue my words and grab my tits instead.
Laugh at me, deride my thoughts,
Interrupt, correct, and make me fraught.

Mansplain even the simples of things , its so hot
Treat me like a set of holes, its all I got.
Talk of my stupidity with your gang,
Drop things to watch me pick up, a painful pang.

Spit on my face, give me a slap,
call me filthy dirty names, call me scrap.
Am I better than urinal, fleshlight? lets discuss
compare by talking about cons and plus.

But amidst this humiliation, there's a little praise,
For my deepthroating skills, they do amaze.
Or for my tightness, a whispered delight,
A slap on my ass, for bringing a sandwich/beer just right.

Gropes and appreciation, delivered at will,
To show your appreciation, towards my zeal
Call me your perfect doll to your friends
but mock me always , in ways no ends.

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