The broken vixen bent at bar,
cleverly hiding her emotional scars.
The Kind man looked very lonley.
Patiently waiting for love,
If only.. If only..
He sat stool next to her right,
Say's "Hello" to overcome his fright.
Eyes turned purple by bar light.
She owns him with miniscule might.
Her actions were made from pure spight.
Pulls his hand between her thighs,
pussy shouldn't be this tight.
This is it! Invited her home that night.
Sold with lines of..
"Your cute"
...."Just looking for Miss.Right".
His heart warms to be glad.
How long can one woman stay mad?
Enabled him to want to be a Dad.
They kiss,
they touch.
He surrenders his emotional crutch.
Mentally he screams "THANK YOU MUCH!"
She gets to the ground,
pumps him up so they can pound.
He moans the "Ahhhh" sound.
Works him to the point of nut.
She makes sure his door is shut.
Pretending to be a slut.
For you see!
Her life was getting fucked by guys.
Who only saw her as a pair of thighs.
The lack of connection made her cry.
She gave up on love after a lifetime of tries.
Men who fucked her and left her alone.
For she didn't realize all she did was give dogs bones.
After a million men she was smashed to stone.
Until one man promised her the world.
His love made her feel as innocent as a little girl.
Eventually the man got bored and gave sluts another whirl.
It left her broken and dead.
So she sought revenge in bed,
and cut off dick during head.
She pulled out scissors and chopped.
She loved doing it right before men popped.
Bush now stained red.. dick dropped.
Cock on the gound... his heart stopped.
Put his member in her purse.
Walk around with a ken doll curse.
He cried and screamed.
For love is never what it seems!
Her orgasm was the man being broken.
Pain breeds pain, token by token.
Bitch is never the word to be spoken.
She had been hurt, so she went on to hurt.
What could be worse?
As the pain we feel being the human curse.
The versed cant be reversed.
Just try to heal.
Don't just poke her,
buy her a meal.
For love is something we all deserve to feel.