Existent

Slut

My lips are so thick, 

over lined with stigma and 

allure, because 

I'm a whore and

that's the look I was going for

I mean, why else would I wear my skirt 

rolled up like I was desperately trying to gather 

my skin, 

that was too elastic 

and too used 

like a plastic bag,

maybe, she was abused 

that might explain why, she fits so much

Inside her.

Don't assume, 

I had desires because 

I'm a woman and

the female orgasm is mythology 

but oh I love to go down on men, 

to stain my hands and

suck my soul out from their stomachs

in the hope that, the large gap between my thighs

might be filled 

Half an hour and it'll be done,

She doesn't do it for the fun, or

the sum. 

She's just a slut, 

that's what she's there for.