ODE BY A PORNSTAR
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
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