A woman

The Woman

If my eyes have gone blind from this news,
Of pantyhose, motel trips and latex switched,
It would be of no surprise.
A harlot’s promise can not be kept.
If I knew the twisted vines that rested in your head,
I would have never taken that step.
Marriage is only a fool’s request,
A harlot’s promise cannot be kept.
Of pantyhose, motel trips and latex switched.
And my blood rushed to skin you alive,
And make you hang like a doll n your back.
A harlot’s a witch in disguise of
Pantyhose, motel trips and latex switched.
My blood would rush,
Break through gates that have been open.
This goddess harlot of pantyhose, motel trips and latex switched.
Choose many and me.