It’s a masquerade
Aphrodite’s getting laid.
Little girl, pretty fuck,
Undeniable male luck.
Spunk drunk category
Bestialities immorality,
Aphrodite’s a bitch,
Paying to get hitched.
Who else knew
This was true,
She tore my fucking world in two.
I guess I’m just
A victim of
The game that plays the few.
Narcissistic
Sexually explicit.
Her vibrating rocket
Deep within my pocket.
Dedication to the lubrication,
Awkward situation.
It’s a masquerade,
Excitement seems to fade.
Satin dreams,
Girl ain’t what she seems.
A hidden voice,
Like a lack of choice.
The kind who plays the flirt,
There’s more under her skirt
Than appearances would let be.
The sort guys don’t wanna see.
It’s a masquerade,
Aphrodite ain’t a maid.
Sex disintegrates
As feelings degenerate.
Who else knew
This was true,
He tore my fucking world in two.
I guess I’m just
A victim of
The game that plays the few.
Vicious game that played us through.
Author notes
Meh, old one I kinda like.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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lmao this poem is quite funny. A very interesting write you have here.


