Prostitute Poems

A Paradise Sepulcher

A promise born, a life designed,
To emancipate, to break the bind.
But fate dealt blows, parents passed away,
Leaving her to shadows, in a world astray.

She sells her body, a living corpse,
A pretty face, a paradise sepulcher, a tragic force.
Uncertainty looms, her future unsure,
A womb evacuated, her soul obscure.

Loneliness creeps, a dejected soul,
Yearning for companionship, a heart

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morning was more chilled than my heart
when i saw her standing on the corner
waiting to cross from yesterday into tomorrow
a new life awaited her on the other side

she smiled and waved as she passed by
her maroon dress tattered and too often worn
i saw myself within her soul as i peered into her eyes
and wondered when

Beautiful Prostitute

Beautiful Prostitute

On the train, underground, I saw a lady, she was very beautiful
Yes. She was standing in the car, people were around her
All the passengers looked at her with contempt. 

I stood by her, beside her, I took out my prayer book, reading 
And I showed her the text, to this lady, to this victim

Winter Jasmine

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 Elysian Field sanctuary

Jasmine scents ladies of the night 
Jazzman ticklin’

I Am a Prostitute

As told to me in confidence
Many years ago,
This is her story
Which I write here below. 

I am a prostitute
Not that I wanted to be
Life was difficult
For the household and me. 
I turned to this life
The style and living
Nights were days
Sans feeling and loving. 
My in-laws objected 
To this life in the beginning
But later condescended
For the

IN THE DARK ROOM

Silence gripped fear in a very dark room
As two hearts converged in the night's embrace.
One worn by time's relentless race,
The other seeking solace in its lonely space.

He envisioned a fleeting encounter, brief
Moments of passion, then sweet relief
Yet her tale whispered of biting grief
Her eyes held the weight of ancient belief.

In her voice, a whisper of

Prostitute Pardoned

The Prophet said,"While a dog was going round a well and was about to die of thirst,an Israeli prostitute saw it and took off her shoe and watered it.So Allah forgave her because of that good deed."(sahi bukhari 3467)
There was a dog moving around a well whom thirst would have killed.Suddenly a prostitute from the

Prostitute With Plump Lips

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 GLOOM WITH PLUMP.
ADORNED WITH LOVE BECAME FUTILE ,
SEDUCTION WON GAME

Proud Prostitute

Proud prostitute
A shameless woman 
Has no worth for a good man 
Your body is a dignity women
Why is it so easy to climb nowadays
Thanks to the new god 
The money god 
This has turn alot of supposed
Good women to a 
Proud prostitute

Save your life 
Save your self 
Save the children
The world deserve good women 

Proud

Prostitute

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 I will see you
dead for sure
When all my power
fills my

For Rice Only Prostitute Try Their Best

House turns into brothel today, near and dear seems prostitute
glory of saree has lost in clownish luxury, lost their gentle look.
Facebook and Messenger continue to serve them freely thereon
dating, chatting and adultery shows barbarian prostitution.
How will they open cloths! If there any cloth on the breast!
pussy is open without pounds! for rice only prostitute try

A Side Chick Legend

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 have lived on the sidelines 
Docile, submissive and unsung

Pandering to

Going Dutch

New Year's Eve in the town Amsterdam
Two Brits I met while staring at the pond
Holding beers and smoking rolled cigarettes 
Speaking they said tonight you will be a man 
This eve you will recall with a fond bond 
And on we walked, drank, smoke, effortless 
The Red-Light district we stumbled upon
My body tightened but the

Customer Starved Prostitutes

A half hour ago they were eight,
For the attention of Adult Males Fighting;
Now, it is worrisomely late,
And not a credible single sighting!
No compromises with the venereal disease-parading,
As every loose Eve is sensibly upgrading …

But the clearly-bent-by-age,
Are as clearly out of it:
If one should with The Wizened open a page
One is in Satan’s personally dug pit
It

A Smoker Prostitute

Her luring loin
And her customers’ seduced groin
Once again join
With a freshly released gold coin,
Even as she wasn’t his type
For being  a smoker of a pipe
To whom final quitting could never be ripe,
Until cancer took its paw swipe
And off her illusory joy wipe…

A nymphomaniac reaching out to ointments
Ahead of fixed appointments
For the enveloping of smell

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