Gift of a Prostitute

Lined to care and love
Noticed for simplicity and curve
Awestruck and fell head over heels
Her heart rejoiced to find her ceils
Could this be real and true?
A girl soft, gentle like dew
Is desired for family and life
Her heart ached to be a mother, a wife
Dreams lay bare
Of future she dared
Leaning close, he murmured a whisper
“I have life, but I am open to whore,
I can’t leave her, but you’re too pretty to ignore.
I’ll divide my days between you two
Four days with her, rest with you
Don’t be scared, it will be worth being with me
I’ll be as long gods flourish my destiny
You will never be called a friend
Yet, it’s better to have me than be alone in the end”

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