Whore’s enigma

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Crescent lips,
utter a sigh;
Mysterious earthly eyes,
give an innuendo;
Flaring nostrils,
exhale steaming breath;
Entangled brown hair,
waits for its prey;
Writhing body,
practices different forms;
Wrapped in the veil,
Of pretense and mysticism;
She loathes her reflection,
In the mirror above her bed;
Encapsulate by an alien flesh,
who savours on her lost dignity;
Fistful of dollars,her only salvage,
And she’s wasted away everyday……….

——– Binzy
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