he me called beautiful or so I think.

what could truly be beautiful about me? 

the scars on my legs,

face or chin? 

My uneven hips, 

my bow legs? 

or maybe it was in the heat of the moment, 

I gave him my lips and 

he pounced. 

he tasted the sweet nectar we call saliva 

And made it his home. 

his rent was due to stay in my arms  

So he u...

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