Whore

The midnight knock on my bedroom door
Has turned me into a notorious whore
Open to every ugly steel penis
Pouring forth bullets of solid sperm
The sight of which I dare not resist
Lest I earn the right to choose my lover.

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Silence Would Be Treason Copyright © 2018 by Íde Corley, Helen Fallon, and Laurence Cox. All Rights Reserved.

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