Sylvia Perry

Rookie (07/30/1993 / Detroit)

Harlot - Poem by Sylvia Perry

Tides of intuition eroding shores of inhibition. Casting away apprehensions. Behind weary eyes seduction strives & fear makes its presence known. Reproduction is introduced. Implementing investments of coquettish violation. Trysts of multiple infractions of fatal attractions. Generous donations of a hooker. Habitual. Pretentious sex offenders. Established mile high club members. Wicked tongue provoking cherry plum to Kingdom CUM THY WILL BE DONE. Lust inspired anthems of resurrection conversing odes of perseverance to my horny. Reciting interpretations of amazing grace. Hadn't I worn panties there would be a constant flow of honey suckle trickling down the back of calf. Stream spilling into subsequence. Accumulating into puddles of circumstance & consequence. Cold sweats on frequent trips to Zion. Rubbing the same shoulders that I come to cry on. I cloak you in fabric of hope. My demons the designer. The only way to cope is by draining my mimosa between sheets of Egyptian cotton. A matrix of sexual predicament where loyalty leaked. Inside my tunnel of alluring femininity collateral peeked. You make wrong feel so right. I was proud to be your whore.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 23, 2014

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