Posted in Poem: English | Categories: Erotic | Tags: poem
She was dancing,
but not for joy; for her needs.
Her face had a smile but there wasn't happiness, there was her necessity.
Her scent of perfume, was suppressed by smell of alcohol.
She was young; but abused.
She was beautiful, but wasn't proud of it.
She was there for her great audience; who were mere for her art.
They cheered and showered money at the end of performance, but I still saw her poor.
She was flawless; and I was courag... Read More