Just a c**t

There's a million little words
For a preety little little whore
Come stumbling through my door;ready and steady,came to give head.
But today i give just one.

Though she'd rather dread,or to be dead,than to hear the truth.
Though i tell her in sooth,she's just a cunt to say the least.
An object of pleasure,leisure
The treasure,in between her knees,only here for a tenure.

Thereafter my harsh demeanour,will show vehemently as i intently display,that she's just a cunt.