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Catherine Janes Erotica– Poetry week 2

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Lack of a whore, he chose me.

A woman am I, so fruitful to conceive as a result.

Too young of a woman,

to be taken into that private place.

In-tack hymen, broken like my heart

and my broach.

His blood now drips down his legs,

Like mine dripped down mine.

I used his own knife,

The one he used to scare me.

Slicing his rod as he slept,

It’s gone now,

his guilty sweat hadn’t even dried yet.



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