Body’s whore
By T.H.R. Oliveira
Sell my body, keep my soul
Nameless hooker
No face to see, no love to give
Take what you want from me
And go
Lay me down on the floor
Isn’t it that you want?
No honor to face
No time and space
My lord commands me
I do whatever you want me to do
Just say the word
I’m your beloved prostitute
No pure heart
leave that for who doesn’t know how to play
No virtue
No issue
Just a body to enjoy
No mouth to speak
No feeling to get hurt
No beliefs
Just a temporary love
For those who need to feel loved
The resemblance of a historical tragedy
My life is nothing but a comedy
Used and thrown away
Giving pleasure is my living way
Call me bitch
As I walk on the street
I don’t mind
A whore is an easy thing to find
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