Life Of A Prostitute Poem by deepanshi sabnani

They come to me at intervals,
Each one alike and distinct in appearance,
Aloof they come to drench in passions of various kinds,
Or sometimes settle to sail the boat in unison,
Men in sophisticated ties,
Each a ruler of his kingdom,
Let me reign upon them,
Adore my motion in silent admiration,
Kiss my overalls,
As if life will seize for them if not this moment,
Meet me outside,
Like I am an unfamiliar face,
A visage they wished never existed.