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My Gentle Looks
He stared hard at my photograph, when I
Came in quite silently; I closed the door
And wondered what he thought, as that soft sigh
Escaped his lips; I'd known he wanted more
Than just my gentle looks, late in the night,
And he reached out to rip my dress from me;
He stole my innocence in the moonlight,
As he fucked fast for an eternity,
Ignoring protestations and the sobs
That burbled from my lips - he felt I'd serve;
Now. with his back to me, the darkness robs
The sharpest blade of shine, as I reserve
Strange smiles that, unaccountably, supply
The wilful curve to mark his final sigh.
Came in quite silently; I closed the door
And wondered what he thought, as that soft sigh
Escaped his lips; I'd known he wanted more
Than just my gentle looks, late in the night,
And he reached out to rip my dress from me;
He stole my innocence in the moonlight,
As he fucked fast for an eternity,
Ignoring protestations and the sobs
That burbled from my lips - he felt I'd serve;
Now. with his back to me, the darkness robs
The sharpest blade of shine, as I reserve
Strange smiles that, unaccountably, supply
The wilful curve to mark his final sigh.
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