Making Rent

I deposit the payment within my bra

Contemplating this strange relationship

I am not a friend and nothing more

Just a stranger that likes to bite your lip

Your body crushes me against the wall

I savor the taste of your flesh carefully

Ignoring the blade against my throat

I pretend to moan and purr in ecstasy

You have your way and I get mine

Before you walk out my scrappy door

In the back, I hear my baby cry

I swear to you, I am not a whore.

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