Best Prostitute Poems

am in love with a prostitute
a prostitute is a women too
some are force to prostitute
through hardships
some just love sex and money
some are just in slave to sex 
some are happy to have it 
as a life style
still prostitute are women too

am in love with a...

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she works the streets for money,
through the night and through the day,
and helps out all the fellas,
who have money they can pay.

while dressed in lace and satin,
and a hip length mini skirt,
she really doesnt hide much,
in that see through gaping shirt.

when you've bought her service,
and...

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Our religious institutions 
Are now filled with spiritual prostitution
Worshiping dollar bills
Instead of the one whose blood spilled.
Preachers administer biblical laxatives
Making many thin
Where is the Holy Spirit? 
Who is supposed to shine within?
There is Accountability 
And Responsibility
When your flocks is left emaciated,
Emotionally raided
But you’re afraid you’ll...

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THE TEMPLE PROSTITUTE

The God came  to me in the guise of a stranger
His gold body scent was of great sublimity 
His arms were marble pillars,  and his embrace
Melted the whole world on my belly.

He tuned me to the refinement of my own nature...

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My body is yours
                               Pleasure I give; cent to keep
     ...

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My heart
fell into the wrong hands
My love
was sold on the black market
My virginity
was stolen from me
by a pimp with a penchant
for sweet talking
Now I'm a turned-out sex slave
street walking
Men pass me around
like a bag of candy
They take a piece of me,
eat all they can eat
I...

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AND THOU, SAYS ANGELIC WITH LIGHT,
ALWAYS KEPT DIVINE PROMISES SIDE .
NOW A THOU ,WALKED ALL ALONE ,
SHE WALL FLOWER ,CAME TO HER HOME .
CLOUDS STARTED SHEDDING THE BLOOD ,
THOU RUINING IN THE FLOOD.
BROKEN PROMISES WERE COOK,
NOTHING WAS IN THE LOOK .
THOU GLEE WITH PLUMP ,
SOME...

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The street
my beat

My job
not odd

Tricky
Dickey

Harry
Larry

And Tom
my John

Got laid
Get paid

In room
No bloom

Just bed
for head

Up down
around

Up down
around

Up down
around

A nut
my gut

My John
is done

His sperm
A germ

S T
and D

No cure
Not sure

Baby
Maybe

Abort
this sort

End life
With knife

A need 
to bleed

The pain 
Insane

They die
Hear cry

Can't think
Take drink

Can see
Baby

I try 
To die

More pain
I gain

Can't hid
seek...

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prostitute loiters 

     on street corner -

     curtains twitch...

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The sun goes to sleep 
The night bring its blessings
All sort of palava duely peep
To gossip and chat with earnings
Impulses push conviction aside
Just  a drink or two 
Will have them chase like flies
Need not be for introduce or justify
An engagement will have it tied
Quite...

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I walk a quiet boulevard at twilight
to feel wind breeze and photograph an orange crowd
a book in my left pocket remains unread
she will write her own poems with a colorless pen
a handicapped tripod remains unused
he strongly refuses sunset to stay longer
yes, dusk is falling
the quietness...

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You're more than that
We're you're together
You're more than mine
or your's forever

We're my and you're's
you're toys for pleasure
Where I and you are
boys for measure

For pride and prose
of love you'll centure
To me and have you
talk to lecture

And make me feel
just like the man
That others wait
for holting fan

And...

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I drive the night because of open road.
My retreads are sounding strong.
Hauling cars up from New Orleans
Where I'm not sure that I belonged.

Traded whiskey for a woman
At a bar in Abilene.
Then a long haul up to Portland town
Helped along by methadrine.
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I am a side chick 
I have existed from time immemorial 

In ancient times I was  a prostitute
In biblical times a concubine
 
Otherwise known as a mistress 
The other woman 

She that never came home 
A woman tucked away somewhere 

In all centuries 
I...

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Sweetness is a Jasmine January                    
Seeds its scent along the inkberry   
Starflowers streaming a fecund path
I bask in a heavenly perfumed bath
Winter bouquets an...

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