Hetaera Paramour

Concubines Scream “tainted love' as if theirs, was all but exempt. Screams whisper through shadow, caressing no heart, nor ear, no one cares for the words of a whore. Nor the tasted virginity of such. Touched in the ways of millions, so many touch the same. every fingertip upon, a ruche filled thigh, has been felt one to many times. Never was she envied as “sex” but now, she envies just that; Every untouched, crevasse and space, left clean, when her’s remain stained. She Brings herself upon knee’s and open mouth, to savor the very sorrow, that has left such a bitter taste.