As I Looked Down on the Whoremature
The moment we had waited for…
It had come(Excuse the pun)
There she lay flat on her back
Me there poised just after the attack
Memories of her
Screaming with joy
Asking for more
“Harder, deeper, faster”
I had gave her my all
An arm deep
Relentless as she began to weep
Heavy breaths were made pleas
Matched by his
As we laid there
Tangled up, prickled by her pubic hair
I saw that look in her eye
Together we felt so high
Who could ask for more?
Only a whore.



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