• the_talker 10w

    Fair harlot

    Last night was like a hot stove
    I gave a white dove as a token of my love for you
    And my deepest despair shown my many foes
    Who lay with you , the one I call my own

    As we mated, my only wish
    Was to have known the many you dated
    Every kiss, I mourned to boast of you as a gift
    But how poor I was, I couldn't love you any more than you deserved

    I loved you like a dollar
    Cause you lay with every commoner
    From beginning to December
    You had them trooping into your chamber
    You were such a cheap donner
    ┬ęthe_talker