A ***** was not just a thing,
but a friend of her.
From being mocked at for being a virgin,
To the eagerness for removing this shame.
From making love to her boyfriend to prove her trust,
To the innumerable one night stands.
She was a free spirit.
But first forced by the society,
And then named "WOMAN OF THE STREET".
My heart beats my body yearns
For desires that are not returned
How do you find such food?
Without being so rude?
Your soul desires one thing
Your body another flavor
Where is it safe to shop
When you don't know what to savor
A florist is for flowers
A market is for food
Where do I go to feed my heart
Without becoming rude?
A butcher is for meat
A baker is for bread
Where do I go to feed my heart
Without being misled?
If I were but a whore
Or woman of the street
Life would be easier
Heart strings less discreet
Send me but a sign
A single shooting star
Something I can follow
And relate my beating heart.
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