Prostitution Poems - Poems about Prostitution

Prostitute Instead of money Sells the body Prostitute Instead of money Buys the body Prostitute Instead of money Exchanges the morality Prostitute Instead of morality Kills the humanity © Mahtab Bangalee/2025_April...

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I’ve known the streets: Places where the night lingers and the echoes of passing cars feel distant. My feet have grown accustomed to the dim-lit alleys. I walked past shuttered windows when the city slept, listening for the familiar footsteps that come and go. I leaned against the brick walls, my breath clouding in the cold air,...

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A drab forty something, mother of six snotty noses, tie dyed shirt two sizes too small. Nipples poking through the thin cloth. Fuzzy pink slippers and yoga pants, ass like the surface of the moon, with mountains and craters well defined. Dirt blond hair with three-inch black roots. Lights the joint stuck between caked lips, blows smoke into the space, separating her from reality. Out of...

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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 who want that pleasurable sensation to forget about their life...

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My smiles just for the institution, Which trifles not with constitution: Brooks not the safest prostitution, Defaulters starving restitution... Institution that works with tuition To minds prepare for intuition, So that yesterday's Dumped Destitute Is not today's Bitter Prostitute... Institution tasting sweet Appeal, No plans to Sacrosanct Laws repeal: A body for Routine procreation Of men with famished eyes on fruition. That's institution for Rubber...

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No matter, what's age of a man He loves beauties of the fair sex ?Each heart wants more if one's in arms Eve's body makes Adam relax Extramarital relations Are widely practiced round the globe ...

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Prostitution is considered immoral activity,, Legal in red light city.....

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

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I hope I would find a difference between cooperative masturbation and making passionate love if I could I wonder if I should recognize ego's fulfillment as more leftbrain secularized and the other as Old Green EcoSchool sacred and red-blooded. I hope a brief career as a prostitute was brief because I could not produce a sultry fascinated look for commercial leftbrain purposes. I would not because I could...

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This Poem about an instance of pain and plight of Sex workers. Red Frozen Flower: Multiple cars flashing the red lights, Coating red lipsticks on street. Decorated like a model, Hair perfect as a wig, Eyelids having shine of summer sand, Eyelashes curled like a wave, with a red rose smile. While neck loaded in golden figures, she was garbed in red glittered dress, in heels...

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What type of mother pimps out her own daughter? Bar Steward Town They do it in this town it helps feed the hordes And put illegal weapons on the table weed Class A drugs and stolen goods are bought and sold To sell on for further gain more crimes carried out Adding to illicit gains from the sex trade A buck...

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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 are packed tight, As the Dutch start their day! Explore the city...

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Do you prove you're a whore or more sell yourself short When you say, "I'm a Christian! I'm Right! I am SAVED!" Is there 'FAITH' in this statement? Don't whores know they sin? Don't most alcohol addicts confess they're not strong In themselves? Who brags that days sober proves win? Is forgiveness of self more a drug that you snort? Is...

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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 arena of agony When Uncle John is no longer John...

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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 naked and her body exposed to the cold, but that...

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