Lulu the Prostitute

I am Lulu a prostitute who lived in the 1800’s

Velvet and pearls were worn upon skin

Flowing like rivers draping down around

Pressing my fingers and touching my curves

Fullness of breast explode with life

Gentlemen flock my parlor waiting for hours

Kissing each one, I give a wink

For they know what waits

I greet each with passion and longing of long lost lover

There is a bulge before I even touch

A mistress of manipulation!

Walking proud with my head held up high

An ornate bonnet propped proudly upon head

There is a mansion high on the hill calling my own

When I am prowling in town, women scorn me

Giving them a smile, the eyes telling them your man is mine!

There is barely an education that surrounds me

Well not the kind we find in a one room school house

My degree is the highest earned

Teaching men a trick or two gasping for breath

An ornate jeweled pen tells of tale

Jotting down name of lovers

Again, a smile comes to lips

A longing in my lady wear vibrates with life

Yes, I am a prostitute

Victorian promiscuous beauty

Promises of ecstasy will fill your heart, drowning all sorrow

Skin as smooth as silk bathed in perfume

As I think of you tonight!