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Harlot’s Confession
- Harlot’s Confession -
Part One: The Past
It started with me feeling alone and abandoned,
Fearing, to starve; or end up homeless, cold.
I was broken, and only love could thusly mend,
And then I see I am beautiful and not yet old!
One choice leads to another, as I cross a bend.
I am a whore; but I am not ashamed, of this!
My body yearns for the pleasure of lovely men…
And I feel joy when I bring them love’s bliss.
I have given of myself freely, and I would again,
Because, sometimes men are lonely, in need!
So if they find joy in whatever I can do for them,
Then I will try to make their spirits feel freed.
I have my pretty outfits, sometime sexy ones too,
And every guy has his fantasies he thirsts for.
So for whomever I love I will make it come true,
Because I am not ashamed of being a whore!
Fingers on my silk, every ribbon longing to undo,
Lustful hands upon my body: demanding more.
I love their hunger for me and I love their desire,
But I love most when they talk to me, sincere.
Telling me things, so filled with honesty, and fire,
Things wives and girlfriends will not ever hear.
Men can confide in me, I am like their confessor,
More trustworthy than any in a house of God!
Some see a whore and only want to possess her,
But not all men are like that in a fact most odd.
I love the romantics, who treat me to fine dinner:
The ones who pick me up to carry me to bed…
Whose eyes do not look at me like some sinner!
Even with me they’ll not mind breaking bread.
Part Two: The Present
The things as I did, before I met my soul’s mate,
I cannot undo, and I made my peace long ago.
For him, I stopped being a whore, perhaps late,
And, the extent of my harlotry he’ll not know…
But, he loves me, for all that I was, all that I am:
In him is all the joy I ever felt in others’ arms!
He knows, how quickly, many are to condemn,
A girl: who doesn’t mind sharing, her charms.
But now I’ll share them with only one, only him!
I am a whore no more, except for my darling.
I never hurt anyone; thus, I consider it not a sin,
That: other men first found me very charming.
I’ve never taken money, save on one occasion,
When, a man said I was beautiful, paying me.
I had used on him never any arts of persuasion,
He, simply found delightful, my fair company!
But, all that is in the past as I am settling down,
With, the man of my dreams: my sexy prince.
Not the fellow who paid me, away downtown,
No, with my love I can see us adopting kids…
Starting, a family, and having a beautiful home!
And so I am content in his arms not another,
From which embrace I shall not stray or roam;
As from a whore I become a wife, a mother.
I have nothing to confess, and naught to regret,
The future: is beautiful, like a brilliant dream!
My love has made it so the past I might forget,
And, in his eyes I see Paradise’s very gleam.
The bend I once crossed, I need never so fret,
For love has led me to a garden by a stream.
Part One: The Past
It started with me feeling alone and abandoned,
Fearing, to starve; or end up homeless, cold.
I was broken, and only love could thusly mend,
And then I see I am beautiful and not yet old!
One choice leads to another, as I cross a bend.
I am a whore; but I am not ashamed, of this!
My body yearns for the pleasure of lovely men…
And I feel joy when I bring them love’s bliss.
I have given of myself freely, and I would again,
Because, sometimes men are lonely, in need!
So if they find joy in whatever I can do for them,
Then I will try to make their spirits feel freed.
I have my pretty outfits, sometime sexy ones too,
And every guy has his fantasies he thirsts for.
So for whomever I love I will make it come true,
Because I am not ashamed of being a whore!
Fingers on my silk, every ribbon longing to undo,
Lustful hands upon my body: demanding more.
I love their hunger for me and I love their desire,
But I love most when they talk to me, sincere.
Telling me things, so filled with honesty, and fire,
Things wives and girlfriends will not ever hear.
Men can confide in me, I am like their confessor,
More trustworthy than any in a house of God!
Some see a whore and only want to possess her,
But not all men are like that in a fact most odd.
I love the romantics, who treat me to fine dinner:
The ones who pick me up to carry me to bed…
Whose eyes do not look at me like some sinner!
Even with me they’ll not mind breaking bread.
Part Two: The Present
The things as I did, before I met my soul’s mate,
I cannot undo, and I made my peace long ago.
For him, I stopped being a whore, perhaps late,
And, the extent of my harlotry he’ll not know…
But, he loves me, for all that I was, all that I am:
In him is all the joy I ever felt in others’ arms!
He knows, how quickly, many are to condemn,
A girl: who doesn’t mind sharing, her charms.
But now I’ll share them with only one, only him!
I am a whore no more, except for my darling.
I never hurt anyone; thus, I consider it not a sin,
That: other men first found me very charming.
I’ve never taken money, save on one occasion,
When, a man said I was beautiful, paying me.
I had used on him never any arts of persuasion,
He, simply found delightful, my fair company!
But, all that is in the past as I am settling down,
With, the man of my dreams: my sexy prince.
Not the fellow who paid me, away downtown,
No, with my love I can see us adopting kids…
Starting, a family, and having a beautiful home!
And so I am content in his arms not another,
From which embrace I shall not stray or roam;
As from a whore I become a wife, a mother.
I have nothing to confess, and naught to regret,
The future: is beautiful, like a brilliant dream!
My love has made it so the past I might forget,
And, in his eyes I see Paradise’s very gleam.
The bend I once crossed, I need never so fret,
For love has led me to a garden by a stream.
Published 18th Apr 2013
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18th Apr 2013 7:44am
For my illustration for this poem, I decided to use this recent photo of me that I took using my webcam and added a pretty purple background to. It has a very casual look to it, one where you can readily picture me talking to you and just confessing things about my life. Thusly, it was perfect for this poem!
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28th Apr 2013 4:04am
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29th Apr 2013 1:29am
I am happy you got the gist of what I was trying to convey here, my friend! Yeah, I wrote it in a very down to earth manner, very intimately and frankly. Life is all about learning, and we're always in the process of learning new things... even about the human heart. Love is a great teacher, and sometimes we learn to cry, other times we learn to laugh. But in the end... if we're happy, then we've achieved something grand, rare, and wonderful! I was happy to share this with you and everyone here on the site. I never regret the past, because each facet of the past is but steppingstones that lead to the future. :)
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29th Apr 2013 3:00am
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