Sluts

Wipe the sleep from my eyes and pour me another cup
I see what you've been trying to tell me all along
Shaving your head and handling me (so delicately)
With satin and lace:
You're a whore.

I didn't write this, but the other day I wrote something and it sounded really, really familiar to something else I'd read and then it turned out that it was this poem. I like this, despite where it's from (I used to read lame books when I was younger, don't judge).