Not a Born Prostitute

Every night I felt tormented, When she was enjoying the blessed prestige gained. Nobody nourished my innocence and enjoyed my beauty, She was cherished because she has a definite identity. I am the night's moonlight and she is the day's image, I am perfume of the royal attire but the sacrifice is always disparage. They mock at me in the morning but at nocturnals their lust be born, I am their cigarette from dusk to dawn. Nobody likes to be called by my name, For I am not a part of the prestigious fame. Yet they will sleep with me at night, smelling my flesh gives them delight! They respect her because of social recognition as wife, But my carnal sensuality add spice to their life, I am always rancoroused and never received a tribute, But out of all the resentment I want to boldly say that I am not a born Prostitute!