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Johnny Noiπ Mar 2019

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#regions #install #prostitutes #is #the #pen #ireland #by #antonio

Johnny Noiπ Feb 2019

The First Time on *****'s Hill

Black Amazon, ******* slutty **** and ****** open to **** ***; **** in Portland ****** Up 2 News Team White Collar Cutie Tag-Team Changed ******* to ***** In The ***** When the boy from DF's Banks Puttenheim is home, black haired nurses help interracial visitors of blood; ****** for the first time on *****'s Hill.

Black parts of Argentina. Hottie gets blasphemy.

Two hard-faced, white-faced men changed
their necks and cut yellow little ******.
Dry dog black breeds black gray white hair,
deep deep 2 white dog rabies rough rough;
***** on the first rough visits to flea markets
sad innocent throat markets, unfortunately
the dog uses a **** for neck pain
and tumors 6 min to Graduation, talk to her -

10.5 K visits - actually a colorful cartoon
of Nimh prostitutes big dance in harmony with Igor.
The security, the writing was by Jesus of Mexico,
who left with the Jewish Museum. European electronic
devices such as a Hurenlieder and Big Brain offer
many opportunities to play with dark-skinned dolls
and Asian wild animals. Everyone says
the natural world, our mushroom cats work.

A secret, a baby snack. The spirit of a balloon
spirit to Greece in the wall of the devil:
Anyone who is afraid of most of the works,
changes in the manga of the first man
who wrote of the past laziness of Iraq:
it is said that the sky, which is also angels,
and prostitutes vote for the Farrah Khan,
Chuck, - ***. Paul said that the walls
and the ****** and the African tombs
and the native trees of Einstein,
thousands of teeth, included Ein Sinai
and what to do with his mother's piece.

The secret glass of the knot. So you can see it on two sites.
The reason for this is the destruction
of such an entrance, which praised
the big fat fungus besieged by the porch,
the prostitutes, the prostitutes who gave her power,
instead of examining the sugar, the ***** star
that examined him and the death of the Barbie Arabs.
Smithsonian Press Institution, Tom slips ahead of her
and needs the hits. Registration includes pregnancies,
dialectical documents come from Georgia,
because the economy and girls have fewer jobs.
Internet providers are not satisfied.

#the #prostitutes

Sharon Talbot Sep 2017

Courtesans and Stars

Saying “Women of the Night”
Might be alright
As a description for some girls,
They stream eastward
Along the bank,
Checking for marauders and adjusting curls.

Yet courtesans are different;
They came as swiftly as they went,
Called on by important men.
From house and hotel they are borne,
In carriages, and in finery worn,
For those who have a yen.

Yet others still elude one name,
Of condemnation or fame.
They do not wander at men’s whims.
They deliver terms to him or him.
And live in dwellings finer still,
Until the payer has had his fill.

But with the latter does he ever
Tire of the source of pleasure?

For some the need outlasts his want,
And he becomes the supplicant!
Then woman’s wit becomes the master,
While her body wields a whip.
The sinner’s desire speeds still faster,
As she the body’s scale does tip.

This was an attempt to fuse Galsworthy's view of Victorian "women of the night" versus the updated version of Irene Adler as a ******* in the BBC's "Sherlock".

#courtesans #stars #prostitutes #******* #galsworthy #sherlock #ireneadler #pleasure

Maple Mathers May 2016

She Wasn't Born; She Was Created

Dear Mother and Father,*

        I spoke with Ali today. Maybe it was the first time in years. Maybe it was the first time that we’d ever actually spoken at all. Either way. She told me some things that I thought you should know.

Prostitutes, ******, what have you. They’re not born, they’re created.

         Focus on this. Your white picket fence. Your barbecue, your big family dog. Your pristine, rich neighborhood. Your uppity gossip. Your rules, judgements, “charity.”

         Behind your closed doors, however, dwells something else.

         Something like hypocrisy. Something like abuse.

Now focus on this.

         Ali: dark and brooding, even as a small child. Questioning all of your family values, the ones that I had merely accepted.

         My little sister, the ultimate judge, the supreme *****.

         Forbidden black fingernails, black hair; fingernails, which you forced pink, hair that you insisted blond. Friends that you deemed “greasy” and “unsavory”.

         Hateful, teenage Ali. Ditching classes to go off with boys. Returning home with track marks and glossy eyes. Sneaking out with no destination, if only to not be at the one place she couldn’t be herself.

         Home.

Now, this. That awful “it’s not to late to save your soul” camp. A reform jail. Holier than thou epithets. Squeaky clean repentance. A stockade full of higher authority telling her, “you’re wrong,” telling her, “we are going to fix you.”

         Brain washing robots with backhanded facades.

         Sad, scared Ali. It’s no wonder she chose to rebel, for all she knew of authority was hypocrisy.

         Not just you.

         Instead, a withered, sick janitor.

         The old man who brought her the food that they didn’t serve in the dinning quarters. Fresh fruit, chocolate, and cheese. Food to outweigh the everyday gruel.

         This lonely, forlorn man expecting compensation in return. ****** compensation; unimaginable and certainly ungodly acts.

         This Janitor, he would wander into Ali's room in the early hours of the morning. . . And vanish, several hours later.

        His pockets, empty. His heart, full.

         In this sick and twisted world, the janitor believed that love could exist anywhere. He believed that romantic relationships should not be constricted by something as trivial as age.

         And Ali, she had alternative motives, and compensated her innocence to reach them.

         This was, perhaps, the beginning of Ali's stark career.

         The *compensation of her soul.

         Or, perhaps, it was the man that picked her up next, as a desperate hitchhiker.

         Ali, who finagled the nun’s keys and escaped that ungodly place forever.

         Ali, who climbed into a sinister car with a pretentious man who warped her in more ways than one would even imagine.

         Penniless, solitary, and willing.

         But, think. What would you do with yourself if you had absolutely nothing and no one to lose?

         **Prostitutes, ******, what have you. They’re not born, they’re created.

(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)

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#father #why #nature #mother #people #letter #hellopoetry #nurture #classical #prostitutes

Theodore Bird Mar 2015

Robin

A dash of spluttered kisses
     come raining down on your neck.
Buried in your sandy hair,
     shining lips in the candlelight.
I don't speak your language,
     you barely speak mine,
*Ik wil jij.

#lust #boys #*** #queer #travel #wanderlust #europe #prostitutes #dutch #drunkenness

Insane Reverie Dec 2014

My first love making(fiction)

She whispered to me "Be good to me and I will be bad for you"
i smiled at her
generously it seemed
She blindfolded me
With scarf she has been wearing
She had her **** neck in my lips
I could feel it
The motion slowly increased
My hands were now tied
with the shirt she wore that night
She sat on me
giving me a little tease
Un buttoning the remaining
She had my mouth shut
I accepted her order
I felt dominated but
she was doing it better
I,on the other hand
Learning to catch her
That pace, that trick
She used on me to lure
How did she got it all, I wonder
every little joy she tenders
She was my first
I tried my best to hold her
I failed, she giggled
I could not see anything except for darkness
& her soul that loved me at very best
Every time she holds that thing of mine
I forgot every single dime, I paid her to be mine

The boy had his first love making with a ******* where he didn't feel guilty at all. He feel blessed.

#love #lust #fiction #prostitutes

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