The Courtesan

She dreams of love and poetry, and a boy she knew before. To a time back when her kiss was free as the books her mind explored. It was not that they made her bend. With their masculinity. Only that 'twas time well spent, but not longevity. She loved them all with mighty eyes. Each, and every single one. The reason for a young man's sighs. And why all Stallions run. But to me she was my only love. A reflection from my Lord above.