TURNING TRICKS

Under the street light,
clothes clinging skin tight,
stuffing a wad of dollar-bills
beneath her shirt.

Waves when you pass by,
smiles when she cries,
“Man do you want some
company for an hour.”

Not afraid of getting caught,
case she knows she can beat the rap.
Makes a good man scream and swear
when she lays her head in your lap.
Unashamed, she’s in control,
she’ll take you for a wild ride.
Makes you think you’re seeing God,
awakens something deep inside.

A smile when she’s done,
makes you pay for fun,
puts on a show that you
Just want to see again.

Slowly she walks off,
leaves you feeling shot,
but it’s the kind of tired
that you know you love.

You walk home flying on air,
thinking of what you’ve just scored.
Never mind the right or wrong,
you just know that you want some more.
Undeterred you’re planning to
get hands back on her body tight.
So caught up that you never know
Her pimp beats her to death that night.

Oh…