Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Whore



~Whore

You fuck, you scream, you cum, you bleed
You pinch, you bruise, you hump, you tease
You slap, you bite, you moan, you grind
You bump, you taunt, you suck, you fight

You’re the dirty little secret
You’re the dirty little whore
Did you think of me when you fuck her hard?
Did you think of me when she was down on all fours?
Did you scream in ecstasy, begging for more?

You’re the dirty little secret
You’re the dirty little whore
Did you get the chance to scream out her name?
Or did you bite your tongue holding back MY name?
Did you close your eyes thinking of me instead?
Did you pumped her hard, full of lead?

You fuck, you scream, you cum, you bleed
You pinch, you bruise, you hump, you tease
You slap, you bite, you moan, you grind
You bump, you taunt, you suck, you fight

You’re the dirty little secret
You’re the dirty little whore
Did you start fucking, as soon as I was out the door?
Did you look at her the same or didn’t that matter anymore?
Did you think of me when feeling up her thighs?
Or did you just keep on going, time after time?

You’re the dirty little secret
You’re the dirty little whore
You couldn’t even keep your dick in the drawer
You had to run out, you had to get more
You had to find a replacement to ease your pain
You had to find a fuck who wouldn’t even feel the same

You fuck, you scream, you cum, you bleed
You pinch, you bruise, you hump, you tease
You slap, you bite, you moan, you grind
You bump, you taunt, you suck, you fight

You’re the dirty little secret
You’re the dirty little whore
Do you think I’d come back, after you fucked that whore?
Do you think I’d let it stay in the past and not say a word?
Did you think twice before tasting that prize?
Did you ever once think about taking some time?

PkS © 2005

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Zottty Can I be your secret whore? I dig your writing and got to say I'd be your dirty little whore any day of the week.

Anonymous said...

She be My Ho!!

Peter said...

THE COFFEE SHOP

The waitress with her passing smile, another cup of coffee with a half-smoke Camel and yesterday's newspaper...

I wonder if she remembers the time we spent in Rome,
Without crossing an ocean to get there...

Stay Gold!