Sunday 12 January 2014

A prostitute


The thing was too small
Too thin a last finger's size
She knew it was a token
An easy ride
And she was determined
After seeing a lot
With different sizes
Different body builds
Muscles too


Today is not new
Not the first
She has dug her fingernails in men's fresh
Pushing them harder and deeper
Faking ecstasy for many times
Moaning and groaning for nothing
Dancing to songs without rhythm
Forcing the partner to believe sweets
She looked to the roof
Not the first experience
She has seen many
Both standard and spoiled
From the poor and the rich
For money and pleasure
But all in all
With a dream
A colored one
To have a child
But alas!
Too late
Sins of the past kept calling
Children already killed
A womb destroyed.

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