23. Harlot
In the realm of shadows, she's a harlot fair,
A tempest of desires, a flame without care.
But beneath the surface, a story quietly weaves,
Of a fairy who yearns for more, longing to leave.
She's a harlot, they whisper, with disdain in their eyes,
Yet they fail to see the secrets her heart hides.
In the moonlit glade, where fantasies collide,
She dances with passion, her spirit set wide.
Through the misted valleys, she roams unseen,
A wildflower amidst a field of evergreen.
In the dance of passion, she finds her release,
A fleeting respite from a world that won't cease.
She's a harlot, they scoff, with judgments unjust,
But they know not the dreams that lie within her trust.
She seeks not just pleasure, but a world unknown,
Where her spirit can soar, where her heart finds its throne.
With each whispered rumor, her spirit unfurls,
In defiance of boundaries, her destiny twirls.
For she knows her worth, far beyond their decree,
She's a harlot reborn, unchained, and set free.
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