alone i walk shoes with a six inch heel praying to God for something i can feel my hair is so soft and my skin so creamy my ass looks so damn dreamy my waist is tiny my tits are nice but my heart is cold as ice i wear low cut tops and high waterd skirts so damn high that my tiny shaven pussy can flirt my green eyes glow and my full lips pout but nobody gets what im about i dont need sex i dont need the man up above all i need is simple love not for butt, lips, couchie but rather for my brain but i can forget it cause to men it's all the same
Reason for writing:
it's just about how when i walk down the street, i get a lot of head turning, and i guess im pretty, but i was abused so much, and used so much, i probably wont believe it if someone ever really falls in love with me
Birth sign: Aquarius
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