Prostitution Poems

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

Hooking

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,

Sally Jo

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

Las Ramblas

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

Institution For My Stamp

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

***********

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

Prostitution

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

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

Polite Political Distance

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

Red Frozen Flower

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

Bar Steward Town 6

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

Amsterdam

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

An Idiot's Guide To Prostitution

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

What Do We Do

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

Prostitution Her Source of Income

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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