Tuesday, November 24, 2015

A prostitute's love story..



As she expressed her heart out,
into laughter the men broke out,
her tears were ignored by all,
men forgot to console, shamelessly laughed along..

She had been famous and renown,
for she sold her beauty in dark lanes of the town,
most perverts of that town had some rest,
foreplayed and slept over her chest..

Men forgot, she too had a heart,
they knew her as someone who sold love,
and like ruthless beggars, for which they did starve,
every night someone teared down her innocence in the bed..

This guy, whom she had always known since her childhood,
who was lost with time, returned with manhood.
"Thousands of naked men have crawled above me,
yet I remain a virgin; for my heart still belongs to you".

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