Damn you, plastic Harlot!
Love as artificial as your face
Draped in black and harsh scarlet
Further illuminated by the fireplace
Drawn to you. blinded by Merlot
To prove you as my eternal Disgrace
Deemed unworthy by assisted cum-shot
Love mistakes sex and beauty for grace
Bliss from the bedroom to the parking lot
From a queen-sized bed to a parking space
T'was, our love, a hand-made garnet
To the semen covering your face
My eternal disgrace
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Author:
ProfessionalPaperDigester (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My first 18+ poem, its about having sex in an Arby's parking lot
- Category: Love
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Not sure if this is projection of guilt, or self loathing.... either way, life is hard and unkind. To measure her worth by her clear ability to please the narrator only to be ridiculed says much more than her own actions. Grace isn't purity, and this poem isn't about love. Thanks for sharing. Thanks for providing this thought
First attempt at it, so i think i did decently. It was about feeling guilty for "using" this woman who every time he would leave, would end up with her again.
Did you have the song Paradise By The Dashboard Light on the radio? Great work for a first attempt.🍻😀
I appreciate your compliment! Your a talented poet as well.
Oh!Thanks you very much😀🍻🌞
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