Brothel Poems - Poems about Brothel

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 at and with the world while summer's oppression lies outside above the...

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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 For one to in chats interfere: A rival swipe for being...

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A look i took at her flesh Waiting to see something fresh But fancied not the tissues With which she had has issues... In her mind lots had clustered, For she had seemed quite flustered: Might I roles play of Duster; And I the courage muster? Then, I sensed some brothel behind Where she would paradise find... But in reality life grind And foulest Demons...

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Mind; O Beauty My mind of thinking is autonomous On this forlorn golden brothel So, let's Be wanderer On this independent trunk of the sky Like the goalless morning breezes So, let's Be traveler On this independent chest of earth Like the goalless ever-flowing stream of the river So, let's Be dreamer In this independent brothel of the loving heart Like the epoch maker verses of the classical poet Chattogram...

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O brother, they closed the brothel! Beer and barmaid breath is closed. Banter with corsets and silk stockings withheld - the downy frown of ‘stache. The itch of a cattle drive — the rawhide chaffed and fettered, all the while driven by unholy sex. O brother, a frightful fight broke out like measles planted from head to toe. when you fantasized her soft...

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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 counted her bills and tucked them in her brassiere with...

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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 stores, no welcoming doors. They closed the bars, murmurs of wars. Society accepted it...

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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 stained dentures wrappers...

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They closed the Brothel gates This were the sex workers fate Her life paused a world refrains Where are the folk who abstain Are you thinking how they sustain. Ngo’s step in to cater to their needs No income in these narrow lanes The walls now closing in as it contains Mouth covered Kajal smarts her eyes as she stares Haunting in her...

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We closed the brothel, by a love gesture Fortuitous, when our soul did mature Blunting oldest profession, not simple Call it if we will, divine miracle Earths magnetic field shift, caused hearts to stir Ray divine, propelled us to realms upper Mankind shed off feral caricature Now, love enabled, cognition spherical We closed the brothel Schumann’s resonance rise, made our hearts purr All living...

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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 closed the brothel Women who are spurned utmost does Does the...

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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 two aspects we attempted polarity rotation between outer and inner in void of...

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First it was pubs that weren’t open, And then shops that were not essential, And then even schools weren’t admitting, But to me that’s inconsequential. Cos I haven’t got school age children, But worried hotels were closed too If I needed some company later, What would me and others now do? I called them, the voicemail the answer, It said they were closed for...

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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 truth, the tormented souls trapped in evil mesh. pretty they who were...

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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 exotic ladies in high fashion heels boldly posing With its...

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