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Woman of Strangers
Living in a city of immorality,
Had affected me, due to my curiosity.
Having never thought of it before,
The devil of me came forth,
My body and my soul, out of curiosity,
Out of curiosity they wanted to taste the pleasures the devil proffered,
With my mind as witless and oblivious as the mind of an animal,
I called a woman, a woman whom I had never met and not my pal…
I called her to give me pleasure,
For which, she would take my hard-earned treasure…
When she came, she was beautiful, as beautiful as a butterfly,
Although she hadn’t met me, she never felt shy,
She never felt shy to divest herself of her provocative apparel,
She came close to my body and touched me as if we had been lovers for years,
The lovers of Paris, Madrid or the deep colourful coral.
I sunk in the pleasures given by this beautiful woman…
Her skin was silky as the expensive silken robe,
Her breasts were pillows akin,
Her body was as that of a mermaid’s or an heavenly fin…
Her face was a mystic sky and her eyes the globes…
She gave me but pleasure, but I wanted to know more of her,
So I asked if she had a husband or a fiancé,
And she solemnly said, “If I had one, I wouldn’t do this.”
For money she sold her body to many sinful man as me.
Before she left, I presented her a gratuity,
For her service and amicability…
