Bruised but still blooming
Only a facade, her innocence
Her actions along with her appearance make others tense
They see a sinner, but small and quite sweet
The most darling whore they’d ever meet
Her sin is lust, physical and lush
She’s capable of making even the filthiest of men blush
Her mind is filled with neglect, thoughts of abuse and desire
She’s constantly on the edge of ecstasy, her deeds cause her to perspire
She only wanted to be loved, only to be touched
And now she’s endlessly used, penetrated and clutched
Bruised and delicate, a sinful sweet fruit, so rare
taste the crimson sticky center after she’s stripped and peeled bare.