Between the Harlot and the Prostitute

Suspects of Harlotry are the Geisha as well as the wordsy Bawd;

her legs are the debutants who understood and learned well–but husband’s they found not, so their arts became the sell.

Prostitution wasn’t always a word–but talents in the tail were divine

And the metaphysical arts of her Mother-crone made her words not her own

As the men were not hers… but they were delivered unto her from voices within their head, and hurried away from wife and home.

Mysteries above all else is her face of faces–she wears the mask of youth, defying the mirror and eyes of men

As her daughter, the hooker, is the only one who can see her true age. It’s why the world lies about her intentions; lies about her sins.