She... By Chris Chakwana
Image - all-hd-wallpapers.com Her clothes scantily placed cleavage out, short miniskirt; lasciviously dressed womanhood exposed loose man's feelings aroused. She moves about in search of her prey lurking the dark city night in notes and coins they must pay. To quench their sexual appetite that hunger the ache of their loins. Her face laden with too much mascara, hides her age, her past her history her love's in a cage her past just but a mystery. The noise she makes as she paces the quiet night with her stiletto This darkness hides her deeds her fear of being caught in this flagrante delicto all her clients, loose adulterous men she has tamed fear of the disease thrown through the window, that wife soon to become a widow, all in search of Her eternal pleasure.