I bought a young angel with all my gold
A Cleopatra of the bold brothels' fold
Priding in her royal flesh trade profession
Transparent as to who she is in confession
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This is a unique poem where the poet has made a confession the kind of which is rarely seen. The honesty is appreciable. The question is, when the impotency is known, why to go for flesh trading? The note is true.
To make his work appear natural and to bring originality, a poet can imagine himself in the main role of his work. You have excelled in this. A bold attempt. Kudos,