I'm ready to cry
But I'm biting my lip
and trying to swallow
The lump in my throat
Big girls dont cry
Big girls say fuck
But what happens
When fuck doesnt work anymore?
Running my hands up her legs
Runing them over her stockings
They arent smooth
Like good girls keep them
They are full of holes
More not there then they are
Some people scorn her
"cant even keep her stockings decent"
I dont care about them
I dont care about her clothes
Her stockings are full of holes
Her skirt is short and jagged
She wears a corset not a shirt
And her makeup is dark
I dont care how she looks
I Love this girl
From her black, black eyes
To her hole filled stockings
She watches it spin
Endless circles
Just like her
The second hand
A second helping
Nothing to show
Insignificant being
A simple second squeeze
His heavy touch
Caresses her warmly
Breasts, legs and more
Wish to feel loved
A simple whore
Dirty like the attic
Forevermore she will be
The second hand slave
The Second Helping
The Simple Whore
The Mistress
Forevermore