Love With A Whore

LOVE WITH A WHORE

BY CARL
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WHEN I FIRST SAW HER IN THE STORE,

SHE WAS SITTING ON A BENCH NEAR THE WALL.

SHE LOOKED NICE AND TALL,

BUT HER SKIRT WAS SHORT AND SMALL.

I LOOKED IN HER EYES AND TRIED TO HAVE A TALK:

'YOU ARE A BAD GIRL,

AS YU HAVE NOTHING ON UNDER YUR SKIRT.'

'NO', SHE RETORTED, 'I'M NOT A BAD GIRL

BUT A GOOD WHORE!'



LATER SHE TOOK ME HOME, WHILE IN THE HALL

I PUSHED HER LEANING ON THE WALL,

AND SAID THAT I WOULD MARRY HER IN THE FALL.

SHE TOOK OFF HER SHIRT AND SKIRT.

I PUT HER HANDS ON THE WALL,

AND BEGAN TO KISS HER.

I WAS VERY NERVOUS AND COULDN'T BE EXCITED ANY MORE.

'YEAH!' I EXCLAIMED, 'YOU ARE NOT A BAD GIRL

BUT A GOOD WHORE!'



ONE DAY I FOUND THAT I REALLY MISSED HER,

SO I DIRECTLY WENT TO HER HOUSE ON THE SHORE.

WHEN I OPENED THE DOOR,

A MAN WAS FUCKING HER ON THE FLOOR.

SHE WAS MOANING AS SUFFERING FROM A STORM.

I COULDN'T BEAR THIS ANY MORE,

TURNED BACK AND SHUT THE DOOR.

'OH!' I MUTTERED, 'SHE WAS NOT A BAD GIRL

BUT A GOOD WHORE!'



SEVERAL DAYS PAST SHE GIVED ME A CALL:

'PLEASE DON'T CARE THAT AT ALL,

IT'S NOTHING BUT MY WORK!'

'YES!' I WHISTLED, 'SHE IS NOT A BAD GIRL

BUT A GOOD WHORE!'

AND I HAVE TO LEAVE HER,

BECAUSE MY HEART CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE!

AND I HAVE TO LEAVE HER,

BECAUSE MY HEART CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE!