PLIGHT OF A PROSTITUTE

I am a woman with body for sale. I am not immoral or cheap. I bring pleasure to frustrated souls who tremble and turn in their sleep. The craving I satisfy is part of God's plan, more basic than food, rest or drink. It soothes the taut nerves of men who are poised on the edge of life's perilous brink.Passion? True love? A melding of hearts? These are God's gifts to the few.Fear disappears. Joy dries up the tears. They fade like clouds from the blue. Where else shall the lonely, the lost without love, find peace from a pain-ridden mind? I save lost souls from an inexact world. The price I exact is not high. This is the mission I chose for my life. Oh, God, can you understand why?