Charlotte, Feel My Caress
Gorgeous Charlotte was the goddess of illegal sex,
no restrictions applied to her naughty affections;
I met her last December at the Platinum Dolls...
she drove everybody crazy, even policeman Alex!
Here's the question they asked me frequently,
" Why do young girls prefer mature gentlemen? "
Is that because they are generous, not stingy? "
I noticed one of them brought in his oldest son!
Charlotte was a run-away and hung out with tattooed trolls,
on most nights she looked for customers in the darkest halls;
and without a plan for tomorrow, she trusted her distorted belief...
Fentanyl took her worthless life leaving her parents tons of grief!
What satisfied Charlotte completely was a large sum of money,
it certainly tamed the hungry beast dwelling inside her instantly;
and selling her body to the elite gave her access to deadly Fentanyl...
she binged on a bottle of Vodka daily, her outlook on life was cynical!
Ah, Charlotte...I could have saved you from a tragic death not anticipated,
so little sleep and Fentanyl took you to the shallow grave of the disgraced;
ah, Charlotte...you decided to live shamelessly: living it up and caring less,
and laying in a coffin colder than stone, I whisper, " Charlotte, feel my caress!"
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