The Prostitute Poem by Benjamin Age

The Prostitute



At night she hawks;
Her pride hidden
Between her thighs.
And I desire her.
.
At corners of
red-light districts;
Her comrsdes,
together with her,
Flaunting their wares,
Caught my eyes.
And I desire her.
.
Till dawn, she
Does her trade,
Giving to every me,
Ready to buy,
The forbidden fruit,
.
And I desire her,
I desire her.

Saturday, May 16, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: lust
COMMENTS OF THE POEM

Desire it is an emotion common to humans and happiest are the ways. A good poem.

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