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Poetry

i’m your. whore.

Lets go inside
We need a place to hide
Here nothing is safe
Here pleasure
becomes
Pain.
Again.

Ask me one more time
Will I?
Look at you the same
After.

I’m
Yours
I’m
Your
Whore.
I’m
Yours
I’m
Your
Whore.

Keep your distance
Keep all your thoughts inside
The harder you go
The more I want to know
About
You.
Again.

Ask me one more time
Will I?
Look at you the same
After.

I’m
Yours
I’m
Your
Whore.
I’m
Yours
I’m
Your
Whore.

Jesus forgive me for my sins.

(Originally published on Coffee & Cigarettes)