In day she goes by her real name,
At night alls untamed,
Unmanaged,
Unsellable.

High to vegetative state..

Her stage she cannot be late,
Though not by choice doth she choose,
Born to win,
Dying to sin in a room of sparkled lights,
An lapdancing tools!!!!

These men await as demons to their devil,
They sit with *** in hand and puddles,
Of ***** smelling zippers..

***** things grow bigger!!!

Shh,
I cannot speak of such things,
Their madmen just for a fling,
As thine wives wait back at palace!!
Disguistingness impassionate!

Shes always thinking for her night to end,
As the lusters throw out ones!!!
They creep and and they shun,
Non containment there!

****** fluids shall they do dare,
Than the night goes silent death,

Upon her breathe,
*******,
Secretion daint by stains,
Those crawlers seem to have left her!!!

For theirs a church around thine corner,

She quits,
And repents Soo quickingly...