Contaminated you call her the source of this contamination do you know not? the insatiable hunger which gnaws at your bodies which seethes under the facade of your complacency your so-called superiority
Contaminated she is; is she? satisfying her own hunger with your lust filling her belly with your hunger in your hunger is her salvation in your dissipation -her life
A whore is that woman but a woman of strength is she marketing the only marketable commodity she has to resist the assault of hunger while you satisfy your own
A fallen woman-a prostitute but a woman striving to live a woman chaste in her very own way you can buy her body at a price but do you dare to touch her soul?
You indulge in carnal pleasures but the woman in her is untouched stands alone proud and untainted like a lotus in a mud-filled pond the sludge is not her destiny-it is your legacy.
