Time for the money
That's what she lived by
Spiral curls that swayed at her waistline
Skin the color of cinnamon,
Or was it toffee?
She had full legs a mile long-
That sparkled in the middle
Small waist, young hips
That hypnotized oceans
She was potion.
Night woman, with desires of
Pain for pleasure
Or was it the designer bags that tempted her?
She closed her eyes and imagined the happier days
Before she fell for love
Trapped in a daze, floating on clouds,
She Aroused her prey with sensational aromas
And the sweet, sweet taste of her lips
The ones that lie south of her hands as she reached for the stars
And swayed her hips.
Perfect harmony made between her
And her craft
Good girl she was, smart and ambitious
Accustomed to the things she never had
Dreams she couldn’t touch,
Love and then lust.
The only time she’d ever cry was for herself-
Whenever dawn came back around-