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Though the course may change sometimes, rivers always reach the sea.

I hid my face

All in black

Only my eyes were to be seen

Coz I wasn’t to be recognized


I swept through thin roads

And paced my walk through

Ensuring every other second

That I remained in black


The red lights looked no more dim

They shone clearer and brighter

It was time I unveiled

As I had reached the shrine


I stripped outta black

Got into the red

Walked into this room

Full of lustful fragrance


Shared a few hesitant smiles

Across dark scarlet lips

That went perfect with those long bold lashes

And transparent disguises


My saggy breasts were pulled up

For their curvy outlook

My body oiled

For the shiny night


A waistline much below my waist

Right above my vagina

Not shaved but waxed

Not for me but for him


I am now one of the scarlet

With perfect hair and perfect curves

Standing by the pillar

Waiting for him to choose


He walks up to me

And my face gleams with a grin

With a bottle of purple

I walk him to the dream


I get no consideration

I get no excuse

I am stripped and ripped

I can’t choose to refuse


It’s all numb down there

But I care no more

My eyes stare at the ceiling

Whilst he voraciously moans for more


He pushes it hard

Chokes me tight

Squeezes with no mercy

And it’s so hard to fight


I too had a life

When the ‘Adrenaline’

Rushed through my veins

With very single touch


Yet again,

“Could I have it once more?”

Is not what I could wish on

But it’s the one that I survive on


I get no break

From the circle of being chosen

I fake my way all through it

That my sense of reality is just frozen


Finally, I am back in black

In the morning’s darkness

To leave behind the scarlet and the red lights

Before my adorable little son awakens

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