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Every nerve in his body
Went through a surge
Of frenzy intoxication
Allowing himself to indulge.
A simple camaraderie
Turned into silly small talks
Soon he found himself bury
In her lustful arms.
It was a sin, he knew
She belonged to no one.
As her lips kissed his sinew
Knowing every one belonged to her.
A lustful gesture that tempted
Him to go feral and beastly
The prostitute patiently waited
Until lust lured another customer.
Written for A to Z April Challenge, 2016.
Written for The Tuesday Platform
This is deeply sad. There's such a loneliness in the last stanza, for both of them.
ReplyDeleteThat last stanza does give this an expected turn. It is sad.
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poem. I agree withthe comments above that the last stanza is particularly powerful. All the best with the rest of the A to Z challenge
ReplyDeleteThe emptiness at the end pours out and reframes the rest of the piece differently than one initially imagined it at the start.
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@Mama Zen
ReplyDeleteI intended the turn. Thank you!
@dysfunctionalmind
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@ozzypip
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@ C.C.
ReplyDeleteYes, I intended the turn. Thanks!