Dressed up like a tart
with a cleavage so deep
she is for no man to keep

She flutters her eyes
at each passer by
A finger at her lips, whispers "my my"

Her manner so forward
a rythm in her movement
thinks shes perfect
no room for improvement

Seducing & flirting
She feels no shame
After all this is her game

I must not say she is unkind
No! she cares , she loves , she feels
just as the rest

Not a wanton by will
They forced her to do so
Her virtue they did kill

She suffers but,
comfort is what she offers
each night she sleeps with tears
going hungry is what she fears

Never a family will she have
with this pain she has to live
Prays GOD might forgive

A part of herself she kills everday
wipes her tears away, everyday..
she gets ready for her "harlots play"....

By Mia Cat

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i dont particularly like this one , its dry and long... but i wrote it so i went ahead n posted it... nyws cheers =)