ODE BY A PORNSTAR

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By Mercury

 

I have your attention, I don’t need to ask for it

It comes natural, I display my figure because I’m up for it.

I become your eye candy, already unwrapped, and in fact,

You can have my chewy centre if you lick me enough.

 

Allow me to prance, allow me to dance all for your pleasure

Allow me to appear like this is all fun and leisure

Pressure your optics as you observe my precious object

Of this I am proud of my form, and puberty did its job, oh yes

 

My subscribers and viewers are the reason I’m not jobless,

And I make good money every time you ignore your conscience.

So let me seduce you through the screen, tell me your biggest turn on;

You can have whatever you want,  just make sure your WiFi’s turned on.

 

Relieve yourself of the tension, you don’t have to be quick,

Take your time as you scroll through a gallery of my pics.

Want to look at me from this angle? There’s no need to be shy when you are alone,

Select your preference, I’m the same on both laptops and phones.

 

But, that’s what you think; your perceived reality is in vain

The moaning you hear isn’t my pleasure, its actually my pain

I don’t peel off my clothes, I strip myself of my dignity

What you see in me is something I wish you saw differently.

 

The emptiness I feel in this industry

Is actually a clear case of my own indifference

Do you think I like be snapped, slapped and trapped?

Clapped in laps, my eyes with maps as a sensual lab rat?

 

I want to find my way home, I hate what I’m practicing

I am not a sex object, I am a victim of human trafficking.

I am a child exiled from home and duped by greedy photographers

They said people’ll want my autograph, so I allowed them take photographs

 

My curves, my face, my physical features;

I was supposed to be in class learning from teachers,

I wish I could run to preachers but they enjoy my work too…

So do husbands, teenagers, college students… so who do I send these words to?

 

To a viewer

To a subscriber

To an addict

To the person who watches my parts in private

 

Sometimes the guilt gets to me when I think of how I assist

Potential adulterers, fornicators and rapists

Become who they are. While some of my colleagues don’t mind,

I guess I’m just a small fish in an ocean of diverse marine life

 

Regards,

Mercury