To look beyond the courtesan's lure.
Is this the proverty of worldliness?
Or even more,
the proverty of spirit...
How does it feel to catch a man's gaze?
(and to know that you will have to respond to it)
You serve him with the act that once was for
solely the purpose of pro-creation.
Hic et nunc, simply to satisfy one's voracious thirst for flesh.
What goes on in your mind?
(as your body rocks in rhythm with his thrusts)
Do you fear?
(what if this time, you will once again have to cave yourself as you bear a stranger's child and offer the innocent God-sent up to the orphange)
Does guilt hit you?
(when his liquid flows and you know that you will have to flush the conception away in due's time)
What is life to you?
Is this your survival?
A night's stand wage,
to feed your aged parents,
to pay for your little sister's education,
that she will not have to suffer the same moira as yourself.
Do you understand diginity?