Prostitution


Our imaginations lie amidst the stars,
Their faces are drowned deep into lust.
We call them our priceless body parts,
And they insisted on selling them at first.

Our groaning might void our heavy pockets,
Their moaning is supposed to make them rich.
We observe every person at its modest,
They've seen this world turning into bitch.

From hardcore values to deep penetrations,
From a single balloon to infinite protections,
From an innocent smile to lifetime depression,
Many lives have been layered with sexual obsession.

Layer by layer of their fascinating skin,
Drop by a drop of their sweat on sheets.
Step by step of their shattered wings,
Is taking them away from their own feet.
Isn’t it?

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