A line taken from the Oscar Wilde Poem ..."The Harlot's House".
E'er she'd dream of gent with truest intent
Yet none did step unto her hearth's cement
Of a ********** she twas a common ****
A love of bliss could ne'er be by her side
She wished to become a ****** bride
Ordinary men of alley and of street
Had stripped her pristine heather neath sheet
Of a deep twine she's not have in a glut
The joys of sweet weather weren't bestowed
A beautiful love ne'er to be glowed
She sat alone with a constant wrenching
(A phantom lover to her breast) she'd claim
One who'd vow his fondness unto her name
In reverie the strumpet e'er pining
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 12:39 AM UTC
A line taken from the Oscar Wilde Poem ..."The Harlot's House".
E'er she'd dream of gent with truest intent
Yet none did step unto her hearth's cement
Of a ********** she twas a common ****
A love of bliss could ne'er be by her side
She wished to become a ****** bride
Ordinary men of alley and of street
Had stripped her pristine heather neath sheet
Of a deep twine she's not have in a glut
The joys of sweet weather weren't bestowed
A beautiful love ne'er to be glowed
She sat alone with a constant wrenching
(A phantom lover to her breast) she'd claim
One who'd vow his fondness unto her name
In reverie the strumpet e'er pining
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