Posted by AdaGrace on July 11, 2005, at 9:18:53
The gypsy whore returned to the scene of the crime
only to have her heart sucked dry by the Count on a feeding frenzy.
She chose to unveil her weakness, hoping his carnivorous ways had ended.
Her mind knew better, but her soul she held out and lended.She's not enough and she knows that,
she just keeps hoping and praying she can fulfill both their need.
So she let him touch her, let him see what she wanted.
He took it all, with a grin, always and forever acting with hungry greed.She got what she asked for and that's all there is to it.
She's a tramp and they both know that, she doesn't have to be bought.
She's not a beautiful princess worthy of love and tender caresses.
To expect care and concern is a foolish, ridicuous thought.Done for the moment, greener pastures loomed in his vision.
Stand up, and don't touch. His motto was clear.
No need to pull her dress down,
she knows why she came here.She know's the routine,
she can handle the rejection.
It's the same old story.
His touch is like an infection.He moves away as if he's disgusted.
She trys to retain his heat on her skin.
If only she can keep the warmth inside,
perhaps she might be able to save her pride.She's gone now, gone back from where she came.
Crawled back under her alcoholic drug infested rock.
Still wearing her garrish makeup and flimsly attire.
To take them off would be to mask the remembrance of the fire.Leave her be, she needs her solitude.
She can't mend her soul with your constant stinging jabs at her pride.
Don't comfort her, she know you better than that.
Just walk away, she expects you to treat her that way.
AdaGrace
07/11/05
poster:AdaGrace
thread:526099
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