Sacred whore

For years she lay silently
Under cotton sheets
With guilt and claustrophobia
As her only mates

Her masters never looked at her,
Neither did they touch her right
Her selfish lovers never quenched her thirst
She was just a mercy pie

They kissed her hard
And robbed her bad
Her innocence and her sacred desire
Never a moment of truth and fire

Today she met him, her prince
He touched her where none ever did
She cried and kicked in joy
Her demons of guilt and cry

As she lay silently with a smile
Her prince and lover by her side
Her lips parted to make a noise
Of pleasure and delight