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Frustration

Frustration may distort her appetites
And slowly make them even more intense;
So, she can thank frustration for delights
That might not have occurred; her recompense
Will come in time; as she will too, for sure;
Being a girl who serves and finds a way
To earn her epithet - sir's sluttish whore,
Who's ever eager for a time to play;
She'll offer pleasure to a man who'd take
Her hard and rough - oh yes! A little faster!
She is that eager bitch; and he, a rake
Who owns her - his possession: his to master;
So let her feel frustration; let her ache;
And let her bide her time to masturbate.
Written by SweetOblivion
Published | Edited 2nd Sep 2017
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