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The Slut

   
Eyes that smoke with passion  
Suggesting lustful longings  
I see her in the bar no bra    
Doing a sluttish solo dance  
To decadent music  
Slippery saxophone notes  
Slide across her sinuous curves  
Muted trumpet wails for a strumpet  
Her hands caress her thighs  
Like sliding snakes  
Her hips gyrate inciting
Delighting  
No underwear  
Inviting  
I stare  
She doesn’t care  
Torn her scant dress  
Her hair’s awry    
Mascara’s run  
She's had a cry  
Lipstick smeared  
She looks weird  
A total fucking mess  
So why do I have  
A raging hard on?
Written by blocat
Published | Edited 14th Feb 2016
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