Force

As nobody loved her naturally of those she wanted so putting money and buying a hooker was the easy way out to end the agony.

I would put a stack of money
In your mouth
While you thrust me
my fingers interlocked with yours.
If one of the notes drop from your mouth
I would choke you until my sharp nails
Digs a hole in your thin shiny skin
Until there's a pool of your own blood
And my bedsheets smell like violence
Instead of sweet love.
Then I will talk with you
In my post love making softer tone
Because I bought that package
Where you would pretend to love me
And I will finally get the masculine affection
Engineered,orchestrated just like the needs
From nights of whimpering,shedding tears,longing for five cigarettes to cover the dearth of a sweet man's devotion.
I will buy my way out of not being loved,
Not being held,
Not being wanted.
I will buy you
I will buy love
That nobody wanted me to give.