Liza Sud


The World Of A Whore - Poem by Liza Sud

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.

Topic(s) of this poem: world


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 19, 2015



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