The Whore

On your knees, I would like you please As you have been many times before, I do not want you as a wife But, only a girlfriend for the night As tonight I want you to be my whore. I want you to excite me, Not to reject or deny me As you bring pleasure to me and my soul, Though you may not be a lady And there will never be a maybe, But, tonight I want you to be my whore. Your body is such a masterpiece Upon it which my eyes would feast To give you all, and that much more, And then while you are thinking ahead Your heart is nourished and your soul is fed Tonight please, I want you as my whore. I remember you lying on your back Tell me too, do you also remember that And also the times you have begged for more. So badly you want any man to please And all the times all men you would tease How badly we all wanted you as our whore. I did love your sexy smile And your looks and lips they drove me wild How badly you I truly needed, I'd implore, I promise I will please you all night long As your pleasure and needs will keep going on But, only if you will be my whore. From another belief you had came Where you were known by a different name Sometimes a tart, a slapper, and also a whore, But, you never did really care What people did say either here or there As long as you had an opened door. How many men would of said, "I Do" And how many men have said they loved you too So, only from you they could get that much more, They never did want you for their wife Not even for a girlfriend for a night All they wanted, was you to be their whore. You know you will always be my friend Until the very bitter end Whether in love or hate, peace or war, But, once again this I will and must say And to this I sadly and silently will pray I truly do need you again to be my whore. On your lower back you have your tramp tat So all men will remember your format When another night with you their little whore. You don't like to have just one man To stay with forever and take your hand, So, that's why your pride will always be so poor. As I think to years from now When worlds and lives come crumbling down And what was lost, will then be restored, You and everyone will then remember the time When you gave up your dignity, soul and pride And you will always be remembered only as a whore. Randy L. McClave