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The woman in red Once upon a time lived a woman in the darkest corner of the city, Who traded her time in exchange for money When she walked with grace across the city roads clad in her red saree, red lipstick and wearing ‘gajra’ in her hair, She could turn heads Few with ‘awe’ and many with ‘yucks!’ The country folks called her a prostitute a whore, But every night they fantasized undressing her hitting her and forcing them inside her. “Ohhhhh !! The pleasure of just the thought of her” And their hands slid inside their pants. She was nasty and they said “ I want a pinch of her dirt on me tonight.” In the morning they cleaned the dirt off their sleeves and collars And they looked perfect outside and feeling heavenly inside. She was done working for the night unlike most of us, Who are done working for the day. She got up dressed in her best and entered into a fresh day fearlessly. The woman in red
The woman in red Once upon a time lived a woman in the darkest corner of the city, Who traded her time in exchange for money When she walked with grace across the city roads clad in her red saree, red lipstick and wearing ‘gajra’ in her hair, She could turn heads Few with ‘awe’ and many with ‘yucks!’ The country folks called her a prostitute a whore, But every night they fantasized undressing her hitting her and forcing them inside her. “Ohhhhh !! The pleasure of just the thought of her” And their hands slid inside their pants. She was nasty and they said “ I want a pinch of her dirt on me tonight.” In the morning they cleaned the dirt off their sleeves and collars And they looked perfect outside and feeling heavenly inside. She was done working for the night unlike most of us, Who are done working for the day. She got up dressed in her best and entered into a fresh day fearlessly. The woman in red
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