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Девушка с шикарным задом Зашла в покой Сарданапала, За дверью неприглядно пала: — А ну, на четвереньки встать! И в этом кружеве — напалмом — В упряжку бала запрягал он Всех тех, что с миленьким ебалом: — Так ты — ебать или копать? 👉 Bloch-Bauer & Adele · 2020 · Signature Privée
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Aug 1, 2025
Aug 1, 2025 at 7:28 PM UTC
♠️ Сарданапал
“You look like my daughter” The man says to me, As he’s ordering me a drink Looking my body up and down. I laugh, Look away, Try to pretend he didn’t say that Oh but don’t worry He made it a point to mention T H R E E               M O R E                            T I M E S how my body Resembled his daughters, “Tight, perfect, the right kind” Oof. Idk y’all Idk that I can do this. I walk away I dont make that money. Even though I know **** well, I fit his ****** up fantasies. Not to mention I’m triggered, Thanks to my childhood trauma, By all of this conversation, But it doesn’t really matter Anyways. Just a product of my environment Just an object to fill The desires Of hungry eyes. **** it Let me be An empty *** doll. Just take my intelligence with you please. Flowers for Algernon , And I’m wilting. I’m too aware of my place in society. Why strive to peruse my education, When I know no one will hire me Because of my background? Why stay sober, When my ******* flashbacks Only stop when I’m drunk? I hate my life. No I don’t like the job I have; But this **** ain’t easy. And none of it is my fault. It isn’t. None of my trauma is my fault. At least At the end of the day I have the comfort Of knowing, That I matter just as little as the next person. My life, In all of its glory, matters just as little as john f Kennedy’s I am nothing And we are nothing Our suffering is eternal
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Jun 2, 2021
Jun 2, 2021 at 2:06 AM UTC
JUST A STRIPPER WHO WRITES POETRY, WHO THE **** CARES ANYWAY
I'm a script for your fantasies. A puppet of your desires. A disposable mannequin for your ****** consumption. Just masquerading as a functioning woman.
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Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 6:12 PM UTC
Masquerading.
There was a before. There was an innocence to my life. I was there just to be me.  Now i am here to be what ever you want me to be.
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Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 5:10 PM UTC
Before.