Erotic PoetryWhoreWhore
I see you.
Rake your eyes across my flesh.
It leaves a dull sting.
You want me.
I can feel it in your kiss.
The way you grab my skin.
Toss my hair.
Tell me I'm a dirty girl.
It's what I want to hear.
You love me.
So make me feel like your whore.
'Cause that's who I want to be.
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