A lifetime of Malodorous odors
from the groins of many sweaty men
I sigh deliciously in fake sincerity
and silently bid them to hasten

The act has long since lost its meaning
the feeling's shed along with my clothes
I have lost count of the men entertained
for each encounter a scar bestowed

Men take pride in their innate prowess
sensing victory in my whimpers of pain
The motivation might be hard currency
but I price I pay to be exploited again

Many might find my life disgusting
But should I alone shoulder the blame?
What of the others that promote this lifestyle
shouldn't they too feel my shame?

The End

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