Best Prostitution Poems

“I’m not a machine, you know.”
He says huskily 
As she places her chocolate tipped breast
Within inches of his lips
Tantalizing him
She just smiles, breastfeeding him
His treat
And...

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I do not belong to your affluent society,

nor do I live at your mercy

A victim of social circumstances.

You sell your art and I bank on...

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You wanted a "good time"
That's what you got
You thought I was easy
That I am not

But later on
I'll see you in hell
Because that's surely where
We'll dwell

Look,...

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The only thing she knows is fast money,Sharing the honey of her tarnished hive, she has to survive. Man after man, digs in her crying...

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“I’m not a machine, you know.”
He says huskily 
As she places her chocolate tipped breast
Within inches of his lips
Tantalizing him
She just smiles, breastfeeding him
His treat
And...

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where *Sharia reigns
women are precious jewels
hide them from the world
let no other man behold
the diamond that you possess

guard that precious gem
her ovaries will get hurt
if...

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BROWNED-CENTS

One of the true ways 
to remain in captivity is to keep silent to avoid your captor’s 
hostility and confusion

A penny for my 
thoughts has...

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How magical it is to feel such a sad emotion
I need ingredients to concoct a happiness potion
Yesterday was not promised
So today I refuse to think...

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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...

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In the beginning it was not so. Adam and Eve were perfect when God’s created them. Their interaction with each other reflected the perfection of...

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My mother's name was Seraphine
A sadder child was never seen 
Her duty was to serve the table
Of newly widowed Mrs. Grable

Her husband Mr. Grable died
To...

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It was not so
It was not so
Before the invasion of the vultures
In those days
When being black makes us thick
When our communion whispers across oceans
When our...

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a constanza

Is God’s viewpoint misunderstood?
Sodom burned in His discontent
for conduct our courts give assent.

Though some fault rests with Hollywood,
most immoral misbehavior,
living proof, man needs a...

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Give me heaven's eyes
Instead of these earthly lies
For they paralyzes
The gifts inside.
Give me angel ears
So I can hear
With a clear transmission
Not these tattered incisions.
My lungs...

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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...

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