What are thy called?

I ain’t a soul stalker.
I’m merely a body stalker.

I’m naked with intention; to fill my hungry stomach
Dissatisfied in satisfying my hungry soul; I stare at myself.

Thee not shameful of myself
Thou should be shameful
For laming thyself
With out of control beast that is lustful.

I don’t cheat on my way of living; accepting myself
But you are the living demon with evil needs; ever unsatisfied

I ain’t impure
I stand infected by your impurities.

And thou dare to call me a prostitute
What are thy called?

I ain’t a soul stalker.
I’m merely a body stalker.

I’m naked with intention; to fill my hungry stomach
Dissatisfied in satisfying my hungry soul; I stare at myself.

Thee not shameful of myself
Thou should be shameful
For laming thyself
With out of control beast that is lustful.

I don’t cheat on my way of living; accepting myself
But you are the living demon with evil needs; ever unsatisfied

I ain’t impure
I stand infected by your impurities.

And thou dare to call me a prostitute
What are thy called?

ROSHNI BORANA

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