The Unquenched Thirst

They crave my flesh

And not my soul

They laud me with rich gifts, raiment, and gold

It takes guts to be a courtesan

You ought to be bold.

Diamonds and riches

Showers of gold

An investment for future

When I grow old.

But my heart seeks out love

Is it impossible? I ask

Beyond the garbs of public respect

I see these men naked in the dark

As they strip me open

I see the Visage behind the mask.

"Gentlemen oh Gentlemen" I plead

But they dig into my flesh

To my words, they pay no heed

"A prostitute does not have a mind of her own." They say

"We pay for your need!'

True, I say -I have no mind of my own

But one thing which solely belongs to me.

A soul which is pure and untainted.

Beyond the facade of a hypocritic society

There still waits a woman pure at heart

Who stretches her arms

To give her life just one more start

Give me a chance, just one more chance

To be loved and to love someone

With all my heart.