I am not a whore
But I have been whoring myself out
for a man that won't commit to anything
But his Tuesday night basketball game
I am his whore
on my knees, on my back, on my feet,
You see that's me in costume for role play
pretending to be a wife by cooking and cleaning
yet respected no more than a whore
Night after night
Day after day
I swear I auditioned for the lead
But I am nothing more than a stage hand
When the situation permits
He dresses me in wife clothing
Acknowledging my beauty and my brains
Impressing others with this articulate dame
She reads, She writes, She's mine
I sex her as much as I like
with no committment in sight
I am not a Whore
I just whore myself out