Best Harlot Poems

While all night queens carve figurines in gelatine and jade,

Behind a door and on the floor a deal is finally made;

A painted girl with flaxen curl has plied again her trade

And now the care within her stare has turned a darker shade.

Her lack of guile...

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Mid Uzi shots from vacant lots, which strike and ricochet
A painted girl with flaxen curl (named Wendy)’s on her way
To tantalise with half-clad thighs, to trick again today;
And indiscreet along the street she gives her pride away
To any guy who’s passing by with cash and...

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Convicted as a teen
Never exposed to the elicit jeopardies of Babylon
Spirit filled
Tongue uttering
Never defiled
Consecrated
Little did I know that my biggest enemy was right inside this body?
The very same body I had kept holy and sacrificed unto God –was the very means that could liquidate me
I...

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Woman, why must you play the harlot? 
You wash yourself, shampoo your hair, 
put on make-up, with extreme care. 
Then you dress up, with scanty clothes, 
run out the door, and hit the road. 
Why must you play the harlot? 

In the strip club, you...

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She's grown fond
of the void lulling around her exoskeleton

She's brought horror to
diligent obtuse slaves

The quiver in her giggle 
heeds her cerebellum celebration for the rats that claw at the flesh walls

Jokes on the vermin, jokes on everyone
germ spreader dictates a varied vacation from the norm
the...

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No one you may ask today remembers her exact and true name
As for her beauty, some may question, Is she an angel or a goddess
Her flowing gowns were of the finest satin, like those worn by a countess
Many of you may inquire and scorn her...

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The Harlot and The Fool


She a sultry vixen bought love with her cries
 I ,the scoundrel , ate her up with my eyes 
Sexy curves just so right on a body so lean
 world called her princess, I called her Jean!

Nights of tossing gold dust...

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HARLOT


Tall grass and rustling trees muffled the noise,
shouts of “Harlot” followed them
pain's gunshot echoing.


John G. Lawless
2/16/2015...

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She strumpets all into the nights until 
around her head the build-up's like fetid, gross cheese; 
her lewdness makes the earth and sun stand still: 
Lord! What miracle it'd be were she just a tease! 
Her grinning face I loathe and never miss;
to greet her...

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Scarlet the Harlot teases and torments matador man name of Lyn.
A stuck bull is less wild, but he ignores the advice of friends and kin,
You cannot be serious, they say, she is a cougar and teases us all.
Lyn cannot help it, he loves who he...

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haashi the harlot
has a faucet
she has water to drink
hashi got basins
and soap in her basin
 and clothes to wash away
her stink

but it could be better
spend some time together
and find the Harlots
a drab
towel off the soap
and twitch to cope
and fever sweatens
 the drab

it get's chilly
so don't...

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HER SKIN PRODUCED OILS
THAT WERE LIKE EXTACTIONS
OF THE LAVBER PLANT.

HER SKIN.
HER TONE,
 WAS AS HONEY
AND HER LOVE TASTED AS SWEET.
I WOULD HAVE HOLIDAY
WITH HER BECAUSE I LOVED
THE RICH TASTE OF HER BODY
HER KISSES WERE AS HOT AS THE SAVANNAS
AND HER TONGUE WAS AS COLD
 AS...

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Some act as though a person completely loses their humanity after they let you  stick your  in them, what a deranged way to be to dehumanize people, devalue people because they gave into a primitive urge just as you did , but because...

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A man with cash shopped at a used car lot
Where met a cute, winsome young harlot
Smiling, he took it in stride 
When she offered him a ride
He loved the trip ‘til he missed his wallet....

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Vampire Poetry

Pale Though Her Eyes
by Michael R. Burch
 
Pale though her eyes,
her lips are scarlet
from drinking of blood,
this child, this harlot
 
born of the night
and her heart, of darkness,
evil incarnate
to dance so reckless,
 
dreaming of blood,
her fangs—white—baring,
revealing her lust,
and her eyes, pale, staring ...
 
Originally...

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