It was a blind winter those thirteen years ago
When she headed off, it was a cold night as she stumbled on
And with every step grew closer to the ground
Sweet girl, bruises on her pretty face,
She knew her one chance of living on was
To strip away, to strip down to the bare
Twenty-six now
She is old and growing older;
No longer shiny and new, no longer an inexperienced virgin
She longs for love, for her prince charming
She sighs- no time for fantasies
She had a job tonight- hopes it brings good money in
She painted her nails the color of her lips
The colour of blood
The colour that drips
She put on a dress that clung too tight
A dress that lost its virtues in the night
By parting silk from skin
She fastened a locket of gold around her throat
She strapped on shoes black as sin
Leaving long legs strikingly thin
She mussed copper red hair
That spilled down a cinnamon dusted back
Held by a velvet ribbon, black
She glossed her lips
Painted smoke around her eyes
Tiger's Eye to her heart- time for business-
She smiled seductively stepping out of a silver car
Her client opened the door for her
A thin grimace graces his lips and passes for a smile
He stood too straight and he stood too tall
He never flinched but threw her into a wall
She gasped and mewled, biting her lip, digging nails into his back
Black dress lays torn and forgotten on the floor
Her hair falls free from its velvet clip
Champagne glasses sweat in the heat, diluted by forgotten ice
Quivering and helpless she shudders,
Rocking as he scrapes against her clit with his nails
Electricity courses through her, her legs are weak
She moans, he grunts
Thrusting like a wild boar that he is
She curves to meet him, rough and sophisticated
Her back arches pressing breasts into harsh palms
She shudders her smooth thighs
Dripping with sin, sweet as honey
He passes out spent, she lights up a cigarette
Reaches to the nightstand, counts her cash
Two hundred- not bad for her age
Yeahh... This is what I come up with... sue me...