The Prostitute

Dim lights
Smudged lipsticks….
Psychedelic symphony
Shadows on the wall
Divinity losing control
Her molten beauty
His power so strong
Her clear crystal face
Brutally calm and serene
Torrents of his desire
The depth of which cannot be seen

The human jungle…
The gory detail
A wicked spell thy caste
The entire land shall have a blast
The story now begun…

She gathers her robe and walks
The price for the act is now paid
She moves on for her next prey
Powerless nudity lies couched on the bed
Serenity walks away
Mourns the loss of innocence
A winner, a loser
Battles never fought

The prostitute on the Street
Shivers as she walks.