No resistance

I'll put on my vulgar little corset
and daub make-up all over my face.
I’ll wear a skirt which barely covers my bum
along with a pair of 11 inch stilettos.
 
Maybe then you’ll notice me.
 
I’ll grow my hair down to my waist
so you have something to pull on
while you fuck me until you cum;
leaving me unsatisfied.
 
But you won’t really care.
 
I am just flesh to you;
the next thing on your ‘to do’ list.
And like a holiday destination -
the more you’re able to see, the better.
 
Doesn’t mean you’ll remember it though.
 
You don’t make me feel wanted
and there never was any love to be lost.
I’ve become a shameless whore
while I’ve never really been a fan of debauchery.
 
So why do I keep coming back to you?