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#prostitute poems

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The Prostitute and the Educator*What is the difference,* / Asked the educator, / *Between being skillful,

@francie-lynch16

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Prostitute heart, virgin bodyI do not have a virgin heart.. / It's been fucked with, / And torn apart..

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WhoreJust because it has a heartbeat / Doesn't mean you can fuck it. / K? K.

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Hey Mister!We're not all chicken heads Sister. / Just a piece of fuck meat / to another fuckin' Mister.

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PositionHarken ye temptious ear / To this scandalous tale / Of the indebted lovely Lady

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® I Was A ProstituteI have found myself related to Gomer; / yes, I am also a hustler. / She had relationships with different men,

@imstephdionisio20

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Pray For The MoneyOld men / young men / & middle aged men

@stripperthoughts34

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Story of a prostituteStaring at her reflection in the mirror, not thinking anything and just staring. A few minutes later she took a deep breath and opened the drawer. Took out a box and observed it for quite long. / She took out a blood red lip colour and began to apply. While applying the lipstick she remembered how exciting was dressing up was to her when she was a child. This red colour was much brighter to her than now. These bangles were much more fascinating than what they are now. She recalled the days when she uses to stole her mother's makeup kit, She recalled how her mother used to beat up as if she had committed any sin. / Her eyes were much sparkling when she was a little kid, Now even the coal pencil cannot bring that shine again.

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The Vicar and the ProstituteChurch! / I feel like if I walked into a church / then I'd probably burst into flames.

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JohannaJohanna, Joanna, / Ella paga mañana / Volver para un frente

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The Sex WorkerWhat is a prostitute? / But a woman / Who partakes in joy with another

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The Leather ApronWe gather in Old London town, / the time is getting late. / The fog is slowly coming down,

@christopher-k-bayliss64

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Alabaster BoxShe came from a broken family / Which had nothing to eat / As an early age she discovered

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Stained SheetsShe laid on stained sheets / that were once pure white, / desperate for love she gave her body away everynight,

@SacredInkedBlood37

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†hε ηïgh†What does happen in the night?, / where restless youths beg for a fight, / where women with all dignity lost, will sell you their services at a cost,

@demonatachick14

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Walking In The Park"Hey mister, how you doing?" / "Do you need a friend tonight?' / "I can take away your troubles"

@roger-turner240

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Damp ThighsCandle lit room / Illuminated by moon light / A faint smile from the unknown lady of the night

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Do you remember me?Do you remember me? / Do you remember the way you pulled at my hair / The way you bit on my shoulder

@The_tainted_girl70

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The prostituteBare / For him to see / For him to touch and feel

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Bella HelenaLipgloss dripping candy lacquer aquamarine / Wrought silk enfolding shadows of her shoulders obscene / Drugstore ribbon laced her feet just as in my dream

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All for YouTake pictures, I’ll smile for you, / Pose my hands, I’ll bow for you, / Move my lips, I’ll sing for you.

@alyssa-torres9

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John and his Journey.There once was a man named John / He was gay / and wished he wasn't

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Buy and SellWhen love grows cold, we buy and sell / For we rather prostitute than despair / —the fighting spirit empowering the Beast—

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Red LightRinged fingers run across sculpted chests, / and they don their red stained lipstick vests. / "Roxanne" plays in the background,

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Messy BedsMy bed’s a mess, / no reason to tidy it up, / don’t feel like tucking the corners in,

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