After the door shut, and the footsteps died

All that remained was the still dead image of prostitution;

The thought of killing myself, hating myself for having given in to earthly lust;

As he left, the sound of the footsteps dying down the corridors, his cologne left a memory of our sinful act;

Once again i found myself regretting everything, an everyday routine;

I should give up this job…;

But the money is good…;

But the risks are higher…;

 i reason and battle with my mind and body;

HIV and pregnancy with a stranger’s baby, but then again the money is good;

Everyday opening the doors of my temple to men, strangers who couldn’t care less about the interior decor;

All they care about is the satisfaction of their money’s worth;

Everyday going back on a deal with God to let him rest in my soul, forever allowing strangers to disturb and annoy Him;

These men don’t care about me and my God, all they care about is their bellies squashed between me and them, their penises penetrating deep into my cervix, their bums squeezing and hardening with every throb;

It must feel good; it must feel real good;

Their faces light up, glow like a pregnant teen that hasn’t learned of her state;

They always say stupid stuff, some same say they love me, but i know they don’t mean it, coz afterwards they can’t even look at me;

These men don’t care about me, or about the fact that every time they pay up I count my worth to the devil;

I count the height the devil jumps as i commit yet another sin;

These men don’t care about me;

I bet they don’t even know my name, they might have me on speed dial, but they don’t know my name, they might fantasize about me blowing them during that boring board meeting, but they don’t know my name;

My soul reduced to blowjobs and doggies;

Yet I’m forever repeating how great is the mercy of God;

Hoping my offering prayer every morning and every night might be enough for me to get saved on that day;

After the door shuts and the footsteps died;

All that remained was the still image of prostitution