
Cleavage and a Side-Swept Bang
Back against the wall
puff of smoke whirling out
inviting the next victim
for a nighttime bout.
Fluff up hair
& red lips being smacked.
Pushing out your goods,
while the stomach is being tucked.
Gazing around the street
showing off more of that cleavage
sweeping your bang to the side
& reeling in your catch.
Looking around warily
making sure there's no uniforms.
Taking a breath
& acting out your performance.
Lying there naked
smelling sweat & perfume
trying to disconnect
from this nightly tune.
Dressing up in rags
reapplying that red lipstick
dousing yourself in perfume
preparing for you next ....
2 comments:
Quite visual. I enjoyed your poem.
Thank you Deek! I wasn't sure about it, since it's not something I'm used to writing about, but boredom tends to broaden you imagination.
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