HookerA Poem by MandaBearjust alittle something i made upStanding on the street corner like a prize to be won. Waiting for pleasure to find her. Uses her feminine charms to reel them in. She has them in the palm of her hand.
Giving the customer what they pay for. Making a name for herself trying to become the creme of the crop. Putting on a brave face for the world unknown. Flaunts all she has to get by and to live.
Red lipstick, Fishnet stockings, high-heeled shoes line her body. The stand of the lipstick is left on the collars of satisfied men. Some waiting more but she leaves them needing more. To ensure she will give service later.
Should we call them Independent businses women or lost souls trying to find a place in the cold, dark underwold of the night?? © 2013 MandaBearAuthor's Note
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