Mrs Prostitue
as she looks up to the stranger, not feeling but thinking,
she remembers when she was a small girl, full of joy and hope,
wanting to give the world a smile, just as she was about to smile,
dum!! she feels it, feels him, the stranger on top,
how did she get here?
why me? why me!!!
is this the only way to pay my bills, making this uncouth deals,
aint i better then this, a guy on top of me, smelling like piss,
legs spread, heart dropping, memories flowing, staring,
glaring, torn, worn out, tears about to burst out!
why me? why me!!!!
she cant cry, why? she would lose her customer,
pulls it back in, her tears, that's what i mean,
i guess she has to except that this her life,
not being a wife, but to satisfy, but who will satisfy her?
why me?... gotta ask, why her?????
Copyright © Anunda Ariga | Year Posted 2014
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