Isaac 'slimx'

Soul Prostitute - Poem by Isaac 'slimx'

Like the beauties of the heavens,

we adorned the face of this earth,

the great harlot of ancient mystic,

personified here for all to see,

the ancient knew of it,

generations past wallowed in it,

you cannot make us go away,

we are regenerated species,

advanced models,

skilled in our ways,

creative in our approach,

sensationally perfect,

intelligent to the core,

the mighty soul prostitute.

I have stood at the street corners,

waiting for all and sundry,

now I have built me a new brothel,

down Mind Avenue,

I have painted it with want,

a polished marble floor of desires,

with a king size bed of frivolity,

before the setting of the sun

in the midst of twilight,

I will paint my face with lust,

line my eyes with wandering

and my lips with lies and deceptions,

I will dress with sensuality,

putting on my red lingerie of deceit,

transparent and sensual,

so the sons of men can see all my curves,

and the entire cleavage of my promiscuity

I have laid with education for twenty pieces of knowledge,

I have pole danced for religion and faith,

and economy have fondle my breasts,

just for a crack of capitalism.

Once I met and kissed athleticism,

while sports massaged my back

I have undressed for entertainment,

also for art, poetry and music,

letting them feast on my nudity,

I have flirted with politics,

and the art of governance,

all for a tainted jewelry of democracy, communism and socialism.

Whip cream and chocolate are my favorite,

and I have licked them from the body of science and technology,

I have had phone sex with Mr. financial market

and masturbated daily for his brother monsieur world currencies.

Numerous times I have had candle light dinners with materialism,

so I can gather the most of vanity,

I have had unprotected sex with power,

once I contacted a disease known as arm struggletilosis,

and now I’m pregnant with war,

because I miscounted my day with reality,

and failed to take my pills of moral potency,

now I am impotent,

but it does not bother me much,

because I still have a date with nuclear and atomic annihilation,

meanwhile I am enjoying my web cam romance with drug addiction,

and having fun with my chat room friendship with crime

my evolution is unstoppable,

for now I’m into nude modeling with mental enslavement,

and escort service with perversion,

not before setting up my adult web site,

where I can feed you with streaming pornographic videos

and live sex with a thousand vanity models.

I am up for anything at any time,

oral and anal of sodomy are right up my alley,

I can ride like a camel,

push back like a bad truck,

The cat style is nothing to me,

and I can give you the back of sinfulness,

because I have a rear mirror of shamelessness.

I change my address the way I change my clothes,

do not look for me at the Whore Street,

nor seek me at the Harlot Avenue,

you would not find me at Hoe Boulevard,

though I do hang out at times on Escort Way,

most times I am at Model Crescent,

but I retain my genetic identity,

I am still the great soul prostitute.

Isaac Slimx
(c) Jan 2010

Comments about Soul Prostitute by Isaac 'slimx'

  • (1/13/2010 2:43:00 AM)

    Oh, I've forgotten to commnt on the technical part of the poem: written with vigour indeed... (Report) Reply

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  • (1/13/2010 2:33:00 AM)

    Well, that could be a scenario of a good movie... I could play the main character, so eventually I would learn and practice all the positions you have described in such detail...and I would start charging men a fee so perhaps then I would really become the prostitute...the wealthy one of course... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 13, 2010

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