Petals In The Grass
Whoredom
I prostitute myself
She invites my attack
Semen stains
On her back
No money exchanged
As she goes
No fancy chocolates
No long stemed rose
I feel violated
But did my job
It's my own fault
As I lightly sob
No passionate kisses
No warm embrace
I prostittute myself
It's such a disgrace
She invites my attack
Semen stains
On her back
No money exchanged
As she goes
No fancy chocolates
No long stemed rose
I feel violated
But did my job
It's my own fault
As I lightly sob
No passionate kisses
No warm embrace
I prostittute myself
It's such a disgrace
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