Hetaera Paramour - Poem by Crimson Love
Concubines Scream “tainted love'
as if theirs, was all but exempt.
Screams whisper through shadow,
caressing no heart,
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;
crevasse and space,
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.
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