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She was one who once
Lived off sexual satisfaction,
Three, four, five times a day
She endured sexual transactions


Orgasmic mornings with the
Sun it's shine a witness to her
Daily routine, The moon kept
Light upon her nights it's glow
Masturbated to the things her
Room walls claim they never
Seen


Twisted up and broken down
Her life refused to turn
around, as time ticked
Her income would shift
Money was never absent
It was the presence of dick
That was rarely found


Her walk tampered with
Due to her great desire
For a fix, her vagina visible
A clear attraction no man
Should miss


Ashamed at this pain
So she keeps her face
Hidden, embraced years
Of pleasure via her hand
As if penetration via a
Penis was strictly forbidden


Rest in pieces to her pussy
As it bleeds away it's
Purpose, Death lingers
Between her thighs her
Unused kitty now seems
Worthless


Embracing penis inspired
Pleasures is the only route
To awakening from this
Passionless dream, She
Feels tied down unable
To move constricted by
Celibate strings


The cause of her sexual
Frustration still lives amongst
The shadows, Each time she
Gets a glimpse the sun appears
Dismissing any shade below


Living a fuck less life
Can induce multiple levels
Of frustration, can you
Ladies imagine your life
Absent vaginal sensation


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