The Name Never Matters

Men loved to
watch her walk.
They stared at her
as she passed by.

They loved the
way her hips moved
imagining what
she tasted like;
and what they would have to do to find out.

They did not wonder
what her voiced sounded like
or if their mothers
would like her.

Because when they
watched her saunter past them
they saw a faceless,
nameless pair of tits.
Because to them,
that is all she was good for.

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