A Body Made For Sin
by Southern Comfort
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Rated "R" by the Author.
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I have a head for business and a body made for sin. |
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I am the Delta Queen,
I have been on my own, since I was sixteen.
I sell my body, just to survive,
As one man leaves my room, another arrives.
Oh Please don't ask me why I'm here,
I am just another fallen woman, that a wife fears.
What she refuses to give her man,
For money I will and so can.
Many a man has laid upon my ivory, rose scented breasts,
While I soothe his mind and grant him happiness.
I stroke male egos and other parts,
But when his time is up, I want him to depart.
No man owns my heart, but many share my body,
They suckle my breasts and beg me to spank them cause they are naughty.
I have played the part of Mama, lover and friend,
When their time is up, all emotion ends.
This is a job to me and men can't understand,
I am just a fantasy merchant, my job is to please a man.
I have a clientele of various men,
They come for my lovin, again and again.
I am real picky, I am always in high demand,
I say when and who, because I can.
I keep a switchblade within reach,
There was once a John who thought he had somethang to teach.
He started slappin me around,but didn't get far,
I sliced him good, he still wears my scar.
Do I want love?, Hell, there is no such thing,
Most all my Johns wear a wedding ring.
I hold the power, it dwells between my thighs,
I can reduce the strongest man to quakin puddy, hear his sighs.
For a good time, come see the Delta Queen, for I have the nack,
I am a business woman, who conducts business while layin on my back.
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| Reviewed by Anthony Nutter |
6/3/2010 |
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| Excellent write, I enjoyed the read. |
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| Reviewed by Brenda Exnicious |
2/27/2010 |
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| Wow! I had to read it twice. It is well written, You are a very good writer to have put this together, You go girl. Thanks. |
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| Reviewed by D. Vaineo |
7/27/2009 |
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SC, I'm fairly new here and I'm checking out various dens. I love your poem espeicially this part, "I hold the power,it dwells between my thighs." Thanks for sharing!
Always,
Deborah |
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| Reviewed by Rojob Khan |
6/30/2009 |
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| I liked it. check some of my work out. i will order some of my work. |
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| Reviewed by Winter Knight |
10/24/2008 |
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I really liked it but I wish it would have went more in depth with her feelings on what she does rather than just what it is that she is doing and the service she gives others. But all in all it was well written^-^
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
5/18/2008 |
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You've covered the bases of the world's oldest profession. This part seems fully under control, it's the other part that I worry about. There is little noble in this business and most prostitutes are merely slaves to pimps who use them as a way of making money until they are used up.
Ron |
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| Reviewed by tisha b |
3/23/2008 |
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| I FEEL LIKE THERES SOMETHING MORE THAT COULD HAVE BEEN SAID. oVERALL I LIKED THE POEM AND SUBJECT MATTER. |
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| Reviewed by Richard Orey |
6/30/2007 |
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There's a commercial niche not being fully explored here: Try conducting business "on the top."
You know, some wallets will quickly grow lean
to be artfully ridden by the Delta Queen.
No consultation fee requested. Just providin' a public service.
Richard |
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| Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson |
6/26/2007 |
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Yeah, love is over rated aint it..
Hugs.... |
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| Reviewed by E. Richardson |
6/26/2007 |
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very very very good....outstanding even...Southern, you have done yourself proud with this narrative.
Oddly, I once interviewed a group of ladies who were in this business and your poem could well have been written using those interviews. You have captured the working girls world here. |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
6/26/2007 |
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A write that tells it like it is not only for this lady but hundreds more like her who grew up knowing no other life and the sad part is, never knowing love they cannot believe in love.
Fee |
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| Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G |
6/26/2007 |
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Ohhhhhhhhh, I wish I thought of this, so true are your words my friend~~!
This does remind me of my article, I believe it is, "ARe you one" about the phone sex operator, I wanted to make EXTRa Money in, cuz, I'm always told, I have a raspy voice, but I never did SC... It's still a sweet memory~~
The Delta Queen, wow! you are crafty! Lady SC!
STAy SAFE!
STay POsitive!
Warmly, WArrior "Spirit" Lady Sheeeoox
You are the voice of reason~ Puddin' hey, I'm part Southern, Birminh. Alabama mind you darling, Smiling at ya'- Stay Cool - and SAFE! Under his warmth and grace! |
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