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 leans back and sighs 
As he gorges
On creamy chocolate ecstasy

Later, he wonders
About his insatiable wife
Wondering if he can keep up
With...

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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, sex is a crazy business
You shouldn't have got involved
Now where has it got you?
Your body is dissolved

You weak man
Arrogance 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 my flesh.

No body likes to  be  called by my name

for I am not a part of your fame..

yet...

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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 land and leaves money at the end of the bed, the man was a stranger,during intercourse nothing was said. He...

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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 leans back and sighs 
As he gorges
On creamy chocolate ecstasy

Later, he wonders
About his insatiable wife
Wondering if he can keep up
With...

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A bargained companionship
sexual moment so temporary
then a stranger again when time’s up
...

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Phase:1


I found myself in a market..,
Market of human cattles.,
Trying to get through the situation.,
My wrists were tied with metals..
It was half past seven.,
Neglecting all my requests and prayers.,
Weighing my proper count.,
I was announced for a demon.,
I screamed 'No'..,
And kicked hard over ground.,
But only an injection.,
And...

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True to form, Eileen Ghali spins another tale of romance and passion, a tale of a woman hopelessly in love with….her husband! The Prostitution of My Love is a captivating story of a wife’s incessant need for love, her delirious craving for attention, and the...

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Prostitution 

I never liked horses, 
oh yes, they are beautiful 
and dumb
and crap in their food
on the grassland of forever.
Horses are like Romanian women,
you catch them, rape them 
and tamed you sell them 
in Hamburg as tame whores, 
who can be ridden by any man...

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We say prostitution is a disgrace in our  nation ,
But when the girls them taking of their clothes we quick to watch them pose.
We say they are nasty for selling their body ,
But yet in this society we are the ones  taking away...

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She exposes her body to a lot of people she experiments so that she is able to put food on the table.Her shift starts at sunset when the town is quiet and a few people are around to see.

She walks around in the streets half...

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political prostitution
not stable 
not even with their 
words nor 
actions 
they got no vision
for the people 
is just about business
yet we pay the 
price of their games

political prostitution
not reliable
never keep to 
his words 
his action are 
painted with 
colours of manipulation
he never stand for 
his...

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If you seek to fully understand,
This complex human jam,
You just need a ticket in hand,
To fly to Amsterdam!

History walks the streets here,
In every pavement stone,
You find friendship and cheer,
 On every face In town!

Watch the cyclist to the right,
They have the right of way,
Trams, buses...

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Walking about las ramblas at night you can see the desperation with a constant feeling of trepidation 
People that never got much of an education not one qualification
Prostitutes selling their body to feed a habit and pay for their accommodation as Dealers sell to addicts...

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WHAT DO WE DO...?

What do we do...?
When Tantalizer is no longer tantalizing
When Captain cook is no longer Captain at cooking
When Mr. Biggs has suddenly become big for nothing
When Mr. Banwil no longer have the will for satisfying

What do we do...?
When the holy matrimony has become...

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