You only wanted that silk little black dress
I looked like a fucking devil waiting for a test
You only wanted that little velvet lips
Or simply just a violent and sweet dip ?
I was so good at provoking your pores
Nevertheless I was not your little whore
A cigarette in my hand while sipping up my wine
My look was a sweetly crime
Little black dress and you wanted more
You wanted more velvet lips and not a great sore
I never knew my body would mean so much to you
As I watched you staring at me , your eyes blue
You thought I wanted more spanks
You paid me just like some fucking rent
If only you bought me with some pence
Life is so miserable and dense
More nights, more fucks
More kisses, more screams
More fucks, more sucks
More screams, more dreams
It's all about that little black dress
Which is now creating a sensuous mess
I'm sorry if I'm your only quest
I promise to give in my best
You pushed me towards the cold bed
And everything was getting out of set
I felt used just like a fucking puppet
Or was it a huge dept?
-Myriam
Poet's note
It makes no sense to me how can men get so attracted to you just because of your clothes. That little black dress or that specific chocker plays a big role in provoking a man. Do you agree?
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