LETTERS FROM A HARLOT

PART 1

With one look of his eyes, she is so undone
because there’s no other man who has looked at her this way before
Then tears start pouring out on her face
A few at first
 — and then more.

“Don’t look at me,” she says 
“I feel so exposed.”
Yet she has always longed for this nearness 
 — but not as this close.

She knows she has moved from one man to another
desperately believing they have what she’s been looking for a lover
But for some reason
 — maybe a hint of hope has dawned on her,
maybe out of desperation,
with her head bowed down, she asks,
“Do you still want me 
 — your very bride who has become your traitor?”

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