Her shape, so emblematic of her race,

Lends elegance to every room she graces,

Full wanton curves are emphasised by lace

Inviting watchers eye to hidden places.

A subtle look, perhaps an even stare

Brings hunger to so many watching faces

Male, female, either, both, she doesn’t care

Their lust seeps in and fills her empty spaces.

But somewhere in her memory there’s more

She knows that she’s been touched by angels’ laughter;

Quick stolen glimpses through a half closed door

An image of a prince’s only daughter.

Tonight, again, she has to earn her keep

By living others’ dreams instead of sleep.