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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?
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