An Object Lesson
01/28/2013 17:42
The counterpoint to Dance the Night Away
You see my sexy table dance, a smile upon your lips.
You take a paltry sum of cash; press it between my tits.
You see my legs, my boobs, my ass; but that is all you see.
The pain I hide behind my smile, you ignore blissfully.
I am but a simple tool to you, an end to suit your means.
Women are just used for sex, we are not human beings.
Why should you care about our pain, as we cry at night?
You had your happy ending so everything is right.
One day you will wish to find the love you tossed aside.
In search of a quicker way to fill the hole inside.
By then, it will be far too late, your destiny is sealed.
You chose your course, you set your fate, when to lust you did yield.