Sexual Slave
When I was young I was government poor,
inside and in love learning sex from a whore.
She said that all I'll ever need is what she has,
I will someday see.
I'll crave it like hunger,
and when hungry you eat,
If there's no food at home,
there's food on the street.
She feed me a lot and a lot I did eat,
at eleven years old this meal in my sheets.
She started this life of hunger I crave,
she taught me to feed in so many ways.
She even showed when she couldn't help,
ways of feeding my hunger all by myself.
I'm always hungry and I always crave,
pleasures my master.
I'm a sexual slave...
Copyright © Ken Bennight | Year Posted 2016
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