A whore's life.

Dark as ebony with a touch of vanilla,
waton cheeks and seductive smiles draw you nearer,
with raised eyelashes and plastic boobs they wave,
For a moment in fantasy you'll live they say.
Your car could be the castle,and you could call her rachel
she'd let you lick,she'd let you taste,
for a fee she just might do the same.
she'd hose you down and for more she'd bleed
one slit across the arm is all you need.
she'd sit there moaning,pretending she's horny,
as you suck her blood,though disgusted she is.
Then in thirty minutes its over,
a months wages gone in so long.
She's sitting there counting her money
grossed out by the distinct teeth marks you left
while you drive her back,still hungry for more
praying your wife doesnt smash you against the floor
or at least not infront of the kids,and nanny
Then you justify your act by calling her a bully
then blame her for your current penniless condition.
Suddenly the whore's weak and starts seeing in fives
You praying she faints, so you'd have a bit more.
For fun on every last week you repeat this scene
and to hard teeth a thousand whores have fallen victim.
Out of no where one suddenly goes horridly wrong,
you drink way too much and the bitch dies.
You rush home to confess to your macho wife,
but you die when she just sighs and asks,
You and them,who is the bigger whore?!