Men come to me wounded and they leave my bed strong and healed

I work with a therapist, we explore feelings,
I am a Sexual Surrogate, my job calls for constant concealing.
People have called me a whore, because I have sex for pay,
I am comfort for troubled men, in my bed they lay.
I am a healer of broken hearts, to me there is no sin,
I give sexual healing and help them to mend.
Tom had trust issues when he first came to me,
I taught him to relax and let his passion flow free.
Sometimes I would just hold him, with his head cradled against my breasts,
I stroked and soothed him, putting his fears to rest.
John came to me wallowing in grief,
Since his wife had died, he couldn't obtain sexual relief.
He was ridden with guilt, because he had lived and she died,
Our first session was me sitting quietly at his side.
He finally let me hold him whiled he cried,
I had the loving arms where he could abide.
Gradually through gentle loving foreplay,
We made love at the end of the day.
I have learn to keep business and pleasure far removed,
I have been wounded myself and know how to soothe.
My lips are full and soft, my breasta respond quickly to stimulation,
My body is a tool for complete gradafaction.
My hair is long and dark, my body is soft, pink and white,
I earn my patients complete trust, they know I will treat them right.
I truly care about them, each one is my little lost lamb,
So when people judge me, I truly don't give a damn!