The night is coming the girl is asleep and the lady awakes
She puts on her make up like decorating a cake
Where you going her mother questions
Out for the night she says without any suggestion
She dresses for business with anyone who cares
I bet if she knew her mother would despair
She leaves the house and adopts the walk
Some want sex others just talk
But business is business and it costs the same
Some like it rough some queue for the train
Men or woman she doesn't really care
Whatever their pleasure she does it with flair
She assumes the identity of Daddy's little girl
Who asks her to do things that makes your skin crawl
Some woman like to be the man and take her on all fours
With their huge plastic tools it becomes quite a bore
Some men are huge and it painfully hurts
Others are small with just a pump and a squirt
She hates the taste of their bitter seed
And punters who want to do the dirty deed
But at the end of night she goes to bed
Tossing and turning she tries to clear her head
For the next day she will be back at school
This is a business that's sad and cruel
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Author:
grange_m (
Offline) - Published: October 22nd, 2016 10:15
- Comment from author about the poem: This is a bit different for me!
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
So graphic and so true. I have heard of women who put themselves through college this way. This is so enticing and sad as one can imagine how dad feels about his precious little girl. Nicely done.
Great write, sad story though
its well written and sadly does happen as far as content. It shows your good imagination and knack for story telling. I shall read more of you! write on ww
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