An Whore’s Poetry

An Whore's Poetry

 “Twinkle twinkle little star” 

How I wonder what you have

Up and down my soul deny

Your craving without a buy. 


“Twinkle twinkle little star” 

How I wonder how you are

Up above my tongue, your prick so high

Like a wood so dry. 

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