Working Girl Poems - Poems about Working Girl

...WHERE ARE YOU GOING? Where are you going? You ask the politician. The politician answers: -To cheat and steal. -Where are you going? a sinful woman asks the priest. The priest answers: -You hav......Read the rest...

...I wanted me by your side, You chained my soul. I scattered you, You made me whole. You were everything, I knew I could never be. We were so opposite, Right down to our personality.......Read the rest...

...She’s a lyrical dame with a sexy refrain Creeping cat-like out of the dark, Crossing the high bridge, the wind at her back, On the hunt like a hammerhead shark. She caters fetishes, routine and......Read the rest...

...Ahab needed shore leave, And obsessed so on his dream, Harpooning some sweet harlot Had become his major theme. He was just a novice mariner, His first time far from home. He’d made his maid......Read the rest...

...Ken sits and stares from his pink cadillac. She’s unlike the pretty girl he dated. Birthday suit stretched on tight over nude slacks. She’s definitely not overstated. Ken thinks his Godiva’......Read the rest...

...A young man who wishes to remain a sound Atheist cannot be too careful of his reading. There are traps everywhere – “Bibles laid open, millions of surprises,” as Herbert says, fine nets and stratagem......Read the rest...

...is a dusty rippled salt shaker, an old working girl found busy or on a stroll, in a brothel house my grandmother said was often around, when people sold what they could to survive. See her ......Read the rest...

...My name is my name if you please, my first name is Sheri as nickname, my second name is my maiden name, father given, kept as middle name. and they work so well together, the SF initials highlig......Read the rest...

...He shrugged and said,”If you’ve no home I guess you could stay for a while. But you will have to learn the traps, and that means many cold miles.” Bill answered back, between fast bites, “I’ll......Read the rest...

...Early 70's suffered from post puberty traumatic stress running to the school bus stop my belongings a mess at times missing the bus and walking to school enjoying my time alone and the suburban vi......Read the rest...

...I’ve made some money, But she’s made more. Knock knock! Another punter at the door. I slip on my shoes, Put my lipstick on. This man is eager, Again, comes a ‘ding dong’. He p......Read the rest...

...Seedy side of town Gutters of known renown Red light districts Lost souls and misfits Sharing needles Drunken binges Exchange of money With someone else's honey Dripping with lust Cops makin......Read the rest...

...THIS IS A FICTIONAL WRITE THAT EXPLORES THE QUESTION OF WHAT LOVE IS. IT DOES SO IN A DRAMATIC WAY, AFTER ALL THAT IS MY DNA. IT ALSO TAKES A UNIQUE AND CONTROVERSIAL APPROACH TO THE TOPIC. IT IS ......Read the rest...

...Friday a day full of joy For each working girl and boy No alarm to be set for tomorrow Pajamas all day is what we shall wear Not a care in the world not even one sorrow Free to roam and explore ......Read the rest...

...children put to bed - working girl prepares for nightshift......Read the rest...