' The Prostitute Poem by Efe Benjamin
' The Prostitute
Rating: ★2.8
At night she hawks;
her pride hidden
between her thighs
and I desire her.
At corners of
red-light districts;
her comrades,
together with her
flaunting their wares,
caught my eyes
and I desire her.
Till dawn she
does her trade
giving to every me,
willing to buy,
her forbidden fruit.
And I desire her
- I desire her.
Thursday, July 3, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Lust
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4/28/2024 4:08:59 AM # 1.0.0.1119
So sweet, so pathetic, I like the way of your writing. thanks,