Sometimes
Sometimes I’m a priestess,
Doing my part to save the world
Bringing open hearted awareness
To all who seek it.
And sometimes I’m just a whore.
Sometimes I am the goddess of compassion
Tenderly holding my dear mortals,
Salving their wounds,
Bringing them back to life.
Blessings upon the men I take within me,
Taste of the divine,
Sip of holy nectar
I bring to them
From the realms of the divine.
And sometimes I’m just a whore.
Sometimes I am the queen’s consort
Keeping her loved and tended
As no man could do.
Because of me
The kingdom runs smoothly
And the fields produce their grain.
And sometimes I’m just a whore.
My dear, you are never, ever, “just” a whore. “Just a whore” has neither awareness not presence, a lost soul.
But you’re one hell of a roll in the hay.
J
I must say that “just a whore” conjures a hierarchy of sex workers that makes me uncomfortable. I have not met a street walker. Until I meet at least 5, I will not know apart from what stereotypes I am fed, what they see as their purpose in life and what they think their customers get from them. I imagine your phrase ‘just a whore’ means just providing a space for ejaculation. I wonder if even that physical release is valuable in saving lives, stress and sanity.
Thank you guys!
See my replies in the new post ‘Just a Whore’ on November 10.
Celeste