The Hooker

There she was a dancer up on stage swaying seductively to the crowd's rage but in her mind and heart she was really quite shy and years passed further apart then the suggestive men's eyes. To the dance of body rhythms run her childlike youth succumbed to the lustful ardor void and inner beauty spurned stole her innocence destroyed leaving impassioned bodies burned in lieu of the countenance of love. As morning light emerged other women saw her as scourge but somewhere hidden deep within her heart of hearts lay chaste virtue asleep awaiting release and freedom's start from slavery that humanity imparts. Alone among others enslaved she returns to the master man's cave tender and submissive she cries a lost and lonely child with no mother to dry her eyes forgotten or dismissed and defiled, who is the hooker in this exile?