She wakes up The streams of the morning sun Laying across the bed of white uniformed sheets In a line of pure white He's left Gone with the sense of completeness That she never had The dirty bills lay by her pale arms Upon the pillow soaked with sweat and tears She hopes they never see her tears As they fall each night upon unhearing ears If only... She stands up Her face is worn, tired Unmotivated to get through another night He left his jacket behind Laying upon the chair as though he were coming back To get more To take more from her abandoned life She stretches Walks over to the empty hotel bathroom Hasn't been touched Jumps into the shower only to relive the night past His touch His smell His orgasm As he touched her broken down body With his filthy money-making hands He told her what he wanted Slow fuck, good handjob And a blowjob that made him cum into her mouth She delivered with unbending promise As he felt her 34B breasts And allowed himself into her stolen innocence She faces the stream of the water Lets the water heat up her face Allows her mind to disconnect From the world With the fear of the coming night.Birth sign: Scorpio
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