Just Like Ho-Work

12:03, 12:03, the little whore leaves the bar,
1:10, 1:10, she comes home with another man.
6:10, 6:10, this sinful male leaves his woman.
What a dirty little whore with a clockwork routine.

She comes to the office perfectly transfixed on her next man,
Her sinful heart so chilled by love
She climbs up the corporate ladder with her intelligence.
Intelligence, which streams between her legs
and the data that’s downloaded from boss’s external hard drive
What a little lovely sex machine making her life so much better.

Her actions are for the win, they’re for the sin, and She’s trapped within.
Sin is a punishment, Lust to be raped by the wind in the third level.
Oh how, Lucifer will love watching her orgasm to razor winds.

12:03, She’s back out again, maybe I can be her next man,
maybe,  I could teach her a thing or two about love,
maybe, just maybe, I could purge her of such  impurity.

Sitting at a table stalking my prey, she walks in with a black dress, low cut.
She walks to a table with a flirty smile and heels clicking to the beat.
Men flock around her like livestock wanting to eat within her pastures.
They want to devour the grass that’s so much tastier than anywhere else.
She smiles and spins them around her finger, what a sinful little bitch.

I make my way over and stare into her eyes.
She stares at my chest, perfectly toned and colored.
She giggles a little bit, and her eyes sparkle like diamonds.
She probably thinks she’s gambling in Vegas, again.

We talk for an hour or too. Her breath stained by liquor.
She’s only just a little tipsy. She spins like a top when drunk.
She invites me home and I follow her into my car,
Little does she know, I know the way just as well as her.

We arrive at our destination, our intents so different.
Her eyes sparkling sex, while mine shadows something else.
She’ll realize soon enough, we’ll be having a new kind of sex.
All I know is that I’ll be just as sinful as her before I leave.
Lovely Lovely Avarice.