Tania Allen (10-29-1974 / Massachusetts)
in our words we conjure images
hopes and fears
we cause passions to spark
to burn within the souls of our readers.
we do not walk softly
but stomp and cry out
our voices not timid and shy
like inexperienced schoolgirls
but raucous and sure
flashing a lascivious smirk as we pass
told in meter and rhyme
of our own choosing
are meant to incite passions
some like a gentle caress
joined with wanton shrieking and thrashing
tangled in the sheets
I am a courtesan
like my body
used and abused for the pleasure of others
exhibiting herself to anyone
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