A Prostitute's Prayer Poem by Funkekeme Akposeye

A prostitutes prayer
We all know life isn ' t fair
As she runs her hands through her hair
She has decided to live her life with no
fears
She has decided to live her life with no
cares
From the depth of her heart she asks God
for a favor
Like me and you, that he should bless her
as she labors
She feels the evening breathing against
the flesh of the night
As another customer opens the door, he
has to keep back the cold of the night
She has been known to do her job with all
her might
She is going to do it even if she is not
feeling alright
Tonight she looks extra fine
Men say its her body design
He is willing to pay the fine
He stares into her eyes
And feels his body temperature rise
She slowly leads him to her bed where
she lies
He is surprised
Mesmerized by a face as beautiful as sun
rise
Her clothes drop at her feet
And he sees a goddess, his disease
He kisses her gently
He cant explain it but he touches her
differently
And she opens her body to him intently
A combination in eternal bond,
romantically
A girl as naughty as the daughter of a
pastor
Calling out to him, master!
She told him to go faster
As he did it harder
And she screamed louder
She said hold me close
And she holds him closer
She gives him no borders
And dug her nails into his back, in a sexy
pose
She feels like touching her toes
He calls out her name like the titanic,
Rose
As the climax grows
He wont let her go now, not even if she
was his foe
He feels a force, shooting from his hose
They kiss mouth to mouth, nose to nose
She loves this John Doe
The final expression can be seen on his
mouth and his eyebrows
First secretion over yet like an African
politician he cant resign
As the moonlight shines
And she wines
And he worships her like a shrine
Two black shadows play out emanations
of passion in the city
The Almighty seeking to look upon her
with eyes of pity
Luminescence reflections into windows
Peeking to see who is on top of her
Even the stars couldn' t resist, shining
extra bright
Couldn' t resist the smell of her myrrh
Her perfume feels the whole vicinity
She breathes out and she breathes in like
its a medicine
Showing the beautiful gap between her
teeth
So irresistible he kisses everything
including her feet
A winner at a losing game, oh what sweet
defeat
An hour turns to a minute
He forgets about his wife at home with a
year old
He whispers sweet words into her ear
lobe
He loves her, he admits it
If this is a crime, its a crime he will
forever commit
He nears the summit
Then he plummets
Like a comet
The final phase cometh
They lay together
Both bodies are now scattered
They kiss for the last time
And it feels as sweet as thyme
They both get dressed
He now needs rest
But he cant resist one last caress
He looks at her face
As he pays
And he leaves
With thoughts to return like thieves
Her money grows like leaves
Soon enough she would be as rich as a
hansard
A prostitutes prayer answered.