That night,
He latched the door of my anxiety.
Slowly unclipped my soul.
And unbuttoned my insecurities.
Explored the dark side of me,
That people run away from.
When he touched my wounds,
And made love to my scars
I felt a pleasure in pain.
For the first time, I felt loved.
I felt like a human.
He wrapped me tightly,
In his passionate embrace.
The remnants of happiness
He gave, lingers on me still.
My eyes were wet to his touch,
Because he licked the sadness
Away, From me and my life.
For the first time
Someone was making love
To my soul , And not to my body.
When he made love with my scars,
Right the moment I knew
Where I belonged.
~verses from diary of a Prostitute.
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