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I happen to write my stories in poetry form, just because it is easier to explain my emotions
This is about how guys treat me when they pay:
I'm just a girl you got off the street,
The forbidden fruit filled with deceit.
You want a girl that comes with a receipt.
You don't see me.
Laying there upon the bed,
Secrets of my life stay unsaid.
My heart and mind will agree.
You don't see me.
You s.trip me down without a sound,
Your wickest fantasies leave me astound.
My arms and legs are bound,
A towel in my mouth you found.
You don't see me.
You have your way and leave,
As you left I felt relieved.
Of the pain you caused me,
You don't see me.
Naked laying in the room,
The rubber you used burns my womb.
You left me there without a word.
You don't see me.
The truth haunts behind my eyes,
The unshed tears I refuse to cry.
I know my life is all a lie.
You will never see me.
This is about how guys treat me when they pay:
I'm just a girl you got off the street,
The forbidden fruit filled with deceit.
You want a girl that comes with a receipt.
You don't see me.
Laying there upon the bed,
Secrets of my life stay unsaid.
My heart and mind will agree.
You don't see me.
You s.trip me down without a sound,
Your wickest fantasies leave me astound.
My arms and legs are bound,
A towel in my mouth you found.
You don't see me.
You have your way and leave,
As you left I felt relieved.
Of the pain you caused me,
You don't see me.
Naked laying in the room,
The rubber you used burns my womb.
You left me there without a word.
You don't see me.
The truth haunts behind my eyes,
The unshed tears I refuse to cry.
I know my life is all a lie.
You will never see me.
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beautytakesatoll
Age:
18-21
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Female
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