Deemed hussy, dost have the tainted love of many,
yet Crimson lips yearn to lie their mark upon such divinity,
a goddess among the sexed,
she dost retain the skill of pleasure,
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Gold are for fools, love are for the lonely people suffering...This little poem say so much, well done for making my brain explore the unknown...
I think there is imagery I see the word hussy I suspect - Anyways, as always this poem is a brook of thoughts - A great promising poem - Hats off to the poetess!