its never good enough...

once again, the lies. there are so many reasons and explanations rendered for the lies people tell. a whole f*cking textbook on "why i lied". whatever the case maybe, however good one may think the reasons were, none of them are good enough me.
the inequities of life. a vicious cycle. an open market of flesh and money. lives' bought and sold at a price. emotions traded as commodities. bodily fluids exchanged, words passing through one individual's lips to another. trying to entice the voyeur in, slowly drawing them closer for a taste. the taste, a bittersweet seduction of melodic endeavours. your spit drying on my body, your cum swirling in my mouth. the taste of a woman, they all taste the same. my diet, everything you eat. your moans turn to sobs. tears running down your face. i turn to look at you and i'm peering through darkness. i feel nothing but the warmth between your legs. i have no remorse for i am a woman. a woman with desires, driven by instincts.