The Poetic Prostitute

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I am the Poet-tress

The queen of creativity

A word whore

Selling my wares

For your applause

Clap for me lover

Place those hands on me

Caress my ego

I have no shame

I lust for recognition

Penetrate my mind

Satisfy my desire,

with an adoring response

Oh, the ecstasy of praise,

For my words, exalt me

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You want so much

The cost is high my love

Tell me I’m great, then,

come lie with me,

Your poetic prostitute….

Patsy, 2017