Hetaera Paramour Poem by Crimson Love

Concubines Scream “tainted love'
as if theirs, was all but exempt.
Screams whisper through shadow,
caressing no heart,
nor ear,
no one cares for the words of a whore.
Nor the tasted virginity of such.

Touched in the ways of millions,
so many touch the same.
every fingertip upon,
a ruche filled thigh,
has been felt one to many times.

Never was she envied as “sex”
but now, she envies just that;
Every untouched,
crevasse and space,
left clean,
when her’s remain stained.

She Brings herself upon knee’s
and open mouth,
to savor the very sorrow,
that has left such a bitter taste.