Slag.
You sent him pictures.
You sent them all pictures.
Your naked body on the computer screen.
You're not that kind of girl, you say.
Then a 'click'.
He has your tits.
Not as shy as you seem.
You say you feel dirty.
You need to scrub your skin,
but secretly your hoping you'll fuck him.
You're a bit of a slag it would deem.
Just a pointless entity.
Positively useless.
Perfectly unwanted.
Pretty fucking dead.
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