Just a Whore
Young and sweet, her world was new
Unable to imagine, she had no clue
Of what it would feel like to surrender
She spread her legs nothing there to hinder
With one quick motion she was gone
No use in stopping she felt no wrong
He pumped her hard, and jerked around
Finished the deed, dressed, and bounced
The swan knew now better than ever
That this man had stolen from her a feather
One she knew would not grow back
It seemed lust had stabbed her in a brutal attack
Her heart sank low into her chest
She knew to him she was less than best
A first for her, surely not for him
After all the action was on a whim
Days came quick and months now passed
Her beautiful plume did not last
Suitors flew in and out of her bed
Innumerable partners, the number lost in her head
The feeling immense but her heart longed for love
Her innocence was lost like crops in a flood
Men came and went passed through her door
Word got around, she became a whore
Now she roams the streets
Her family and friends disowned her
For what took place between the sheets
And a silky cover
Copyright © Heather Radford | Year Posted 2005
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