THE LAMENT OF A WHORE
Atleast ten men to bid for her
Fight for her to possess her
But none does she later....never ever
Nor does she possess any men of her own
Her dreams never seeing the daylight
She lying in unknown arms
bathing in false ectasy
venting her deep sorrow
Only the dark ceiling a witness to her lament
No one else giving a d*mn
Her body is her bread
No other trade does she know
But entwined in different arms she does dream
of caring arms that soothe
a shoulder to lay her burden
whose children she will happily bear.....
But the door knocks and her next customer barges in
wasting no time
And a curtain falls on her dreams.....
As she reluctantly yields......
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