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Absence of Protection The heat of the moment must've gone to my head. At the time I didn't think of how bad it could end. The possibility of consequence is hard to comprehend. So we took the rubber off, it maximized the feel. At the time I didn't know I was making a deal with the devil himself-my soul, free to steel. I know he pulled out, so maybe I shouldn't worry, But what about pre-cum? Oh God I'm sorry! My mom's going to kill me when I tell her this story. Now I wait, not knowing if I'm pregnant or not Everyday worrying, I'd rather be shot! The test will reveal God's evil plot. -------------------------------------------- Falling Into a Stereotype I'm falling into a stereotype, I qualify as "one of those whores." I really don't think that is right, I think of sex as one of my chores. I don't think it's fair you call me a slut, I give him head once and you all think I'm nuts. You call me a bitch, why is that bad? You're the one who can't get the guy that I've had. I'm wanted by all and given to most, I'm throwin' a party, my body the host. Bring out the wine! there's a toast to be made, Here! to all the virgins who need to get laid. I'm falling into a stereotype, I qualify as "one of those whores." I really don't think that is right, I think of sex as one of my chores. I can do it on a bed or on the floor, Sitten' on a chair or up against a door. I can get on the net, or over the phone, I'm having sex when I'm all alone. I don't see your point when you call me a whore, If it hurts you so much then look! There's a door! I know sex is bad, but it feels so good, You know you'd do it too if your daddy said you could. I'm falling into a stereotype, I qualify as "one of those whores." I really don't think that is right, I think of sex as one of my chores. All poetry � of Jenna Wisniewski |
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