Best Brothel Poems

Her bony fingers stroked my hair,
I shuddered at the icy touch,
And when I turned no one was there.

I felt the hatred of her stare,
My heart was frozen in its clutch,
Her bony fingers stroked my hair.

I’d walked into the open snare,
My curiosity too much,
And when I...

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 Homeless, destitute with nothing more then a backpack and cigarettes 
down the rabbit hole she went, no linen tablecloths just stricken wood,  
in a house of ill repute;.
She could not refuse the hunkering of a horny man who lived by threats 
so she...

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there is a brothel there down the street,
built like a palace three stories high,
hear anklets jingle on dancing feet,
with singing and drums as you pass by.

I have chanced within once as a youth,
to savour pleasures of sinful flesh,
in wine and smoke did not see the...

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Life Is A Brothel


Life is a brothel she says
Zipping ten centimetres up the crotch of her
Diesel jeans

How many jobs do you have to take to remove your nose
from the rotten-egg stench;  how many chances do you have to give
the adjustable lighting
to sweep away for...

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Nancy the queen, was surprised to see
A blind old man standing outside her brothel.
Big Smile bright teeth, face full of glee
She thought he must have lost his marbles.

In his hand he held a bouquet of flowers,
Perched on his head was a stylish grey hat
On his...

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today i will wander to the brothel
those divine friends of Jesus
where i will intercourse
with the ladies in my growing Spanish
write some lines to ponder
while they wash clothes and bathe
i the balneologist with the brandy
we watch t.v. novellas
share laughter, sip the liquor
risibility creeping as jungle vines
laughing...

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Last Friday they closed down the brothel up the street 
Gothic beauties standing despite negative propaganda 
I hated seeing them go...it was a real fine place to meet 
With its beckoning red light and wide welcoming veranda. 
 
Gothic beauties standing despite negative propaganda 
Those...

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limp roses
        blue boots, vinyl, knee length
hair extensions braided like sun-rings
pleasure knick knacks 
        perfume bottles
lacey things that hug the bodice
under garments, lipstick smudged
       ...

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she is Desired by many but visited by few
and loved by no one
she hung her heads in grief
many times tried to Escape,
The slaps of flesh over and again,
she hates every minute, every tick,
This endless pain makes her sick,
her candle-light visions
Understood by misunderstood
The women wait and...

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Madam Um told me to wait
In a dark corner, I smoked
a cig and played with butt-end
And then flung it straight
To a lean man's face scowled
At living a life of super-pimp.

I wanted a girl around 20
Fair, sharp,smart, precocious
Bod well chiseled distinct
In evening darkness, smoke and smell
I...

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INDEPENDENT BROTHEL 

A nation like ours
Like a place restructured into a Brothel 
By responsible married men
Where voters are used like prostitutes
Some even do on credit 
Independently

Fancy leaders like ours
They are the most responsible married men
The corruption customers
They engage prostitutes
And even impregnate them
 Independently

Pretentious democracy like...

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They close the brothe
This is good it be not awful
Those single and married men
Misbehaving 
What, what on their knees preying 
utmost wedding night delaying 
Does a single man need a marriage bed l
No no way fornication adulteration
Women for pleasure elongated legs 
The church mother's got'cha
They...

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the fire of lust
consuming our soul
enslaved by carnal desire
testosterone driven lowly ghoul

desire birthing raging obsession
our mind dwelling in a brothel
addicted like an alcoholic 
to sexual cravings feral

animal in human form
in this game of domination
finally discerning love from lust
in stillness of prayerful meditation 

recognising senses have...

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They restricted celebrations,
forget your relations.

They restricted travel,
watched families unravel.

They restricted purchases,
no provided services.

They closed the schools,
those were the new rules.

They closed the churches,
no Sunday soul searches.

They closed the gyms
and the flab begins.

They closed the restaurants,
forget sweet tooth wants.

They closed the theaters,
no full-length features.

They closed retail...

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Each of the seven prostitutes,
Whose life began as destitute;
From their brothels to a roadside,
For men with or without a ride:
Main wish: to catch the adult male 
And stop a day from going stale…

The picture is competition:
To whom would one loss petition?
Yes, a quite charged atmosphere...

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