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Not just a Sex Worker
Dead soul with love,
The smell of jasmine wafted in air,
The beads in her anklets jiggling as she tapped her feet
To get the attention
He looked at her
There she stood like a Diamond in the dark,
The hungry look in his eyes
Feasted her every inch of skin.
She bit her lips, sashaying her hips
As she walked off to a dimly lit dingy hotel room.
As the beast in him ravaged her skin,
She stared at the moon through the open window,
The stained moon
The tainted beauty
Both were fading in their own way but,
For others.
The smoke from burnt candle matched her extinguished soul.
He moaned, groaned and grunted in ecstasy
She had her eyes closed.
As she remembered,
How her father held her close.
How her mother protected her.
How her husband kissed her under the moon.
How everything destroyed in a whim.
How she was decieved by lies and greed.
She knows this is not the right way,but
How she realized this world won't hear her pleas,
And it's only for opportunist!!!
As he slammed the money on table,
She opened her eyes as grabbing the money adjusting her dress,
Hurrying off to her son who was fighting
For his life since that night.