The World Of A Whore Poem by Liza Sud
The World Of A Whore
You open to a new world for me a strange gate.
What it is like – I don’t know yet.
Do I want to come in there? –I don’t know.
It’s yellow-black and all always cum there.
My energy moves up there,
And at first glance - there I’m delighted.
But it is yellow-black and is called – sex,
And without marriage such delights I’m shunning.
Thursday, November 19, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: world
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