Whore
I slept
then I slept some more
dreaming of being your whore
a kept man chained to your wall
released only for your passionate chores
I will not weep nor beg or succeed
I will pillage and mangle
attacking each need
and when you want more
this little ol whore
will excitingly feed
on your graces with greed
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2018
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