Where do I begin.
To tell you all about my life of sin.
What about the start I hear you all say.
Ok, i will start on that very first day.
I was young and naive.
Sorry, by the way they call me dave.
I visited a house of ill repute.
To satisfy myself with a prostitute.
It was the first time I seen a woman naked.
But i new her sexual groans she did fake it.
Anyway I carried on, it was quick it was not long.
And from that day houses of ill repute I have always been among.
I am married now with a loving wife.
She does not know about my house of ill repute life.
It would break her heart if i told her so.
But to these houses i must go.
For a long time i have sold my soul.
For the only reason to achieve my sexual goal.
Should i stay or should i go.
For me that red light does always glow.
Well now you all know about my sin.
In the long run i know i will not win.
I find my life hard to change.
I think to myself that i am odd, you know sexually strange.
- Author: Wallace ( Offline)
- Published: October 25th, 2017 01:56
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Wallace, I understand you, even though I have never been to one of these houses. Just hope your wife does not see this poem! 🙂
Well written, nice rhyming!
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