Tale as old as time,
The prostitute and the wine,
Glamorised
Romanticised.
The woman and her breasts,
Property of her guests,
A damsel in distress
One you undress.
Ejaculating emptiness,
She is no longer a temptress,
But lover
Reminded of your mother.
Until shame casts thunder,
Open doors cry murder,
She was just a whore
Nothing more.
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Day 17 – Write a poem which employs a rhyme scheme.
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Beautiful rhyme!
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Thank you! 😊
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Excellent and powerful… Brilliant prose!! 🙂
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This is beautiful, made me feel many things.
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Thank you ☺️
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