The Whore Poem by Randy McClave

On your knees,
I would like you please
As you have been many times before,
I do not want you as a wife
But, only a girlfriend for the night
As tonight I want you to be my whore.
I want you to excite me,
Not to reject or deny me
As you bring pleasure to me and my soul,
Though you may not be a lady
And there will never be a maybe,
But, tonight I want you to be my whore.
Your body is such a masterpiece
Upon it which my eyes would feast
To give you all, and that much more,
And then while you are thinking ahead
Your heart is nourished and your soul is fed
Tonight please, I want you as my whore.
I remember you lying on your back
Tell me too, do you also remember that
And also the times you have begged for more.
So badly you want any man to please
And all the times all men you would tease
How badly we all wanted you as our whore.
I did love your sexy smile
And your looks and lips they drove me wild
How badly you I truly needed, I'd implore,
I promise I will please you all night long
As your pleasure and needs will keep going on
But, only if you will be my whore.
From another belief you had came
Where you were known by a different name
Sometimes a tart, a slapper, and also a whore,
But, you never did really care
What people did say either here or there
As long as you had an opened door.
How many men would of said, "I Do"
And how many men have said they loved you too
So, only from you they could get that much more,
They never did want you for their wife
Not even for a girlfriend for a night
All they wanted, was you to be their whore.
You know you will always be my friend
Until the very bitter end
Whether in love or hate, peace or war,
But, once again this I will and must say
And to this I sadly and silently will pray
I truly do need you again to be my whore.
On your lower back you have your tramp tat
So all men will remember your format
When another night with you their little whore.
You don't like to have just one man
To stay with forever and take your hand,
So, that's why your pride will always be so poor.

As I think to years from now
When worlds and lives come crumbling down
And what was lost, will then be restored,
You and everyone will then remember the time
When you gave up your dignity, soul and pride
And you will always be remembered only as a whore.

Randy L. McClave