The Harlot

The harlot only comes out at night, to solicit with her curves and high heels... money for her abused sexiness. Lots of cheap perfumes on her provocative and tight clothes; deep red lipstick on her dry, cracked lips. Commanding the glowing moon to walk with her until morning, and running fingers in her long hair, she embodies Venus to lure men. And the harlot with a blonde-colored strand, never tires of pacing these streets giving off their stench, roaming dark alleys, where owls hoop... warning her of another danger coming. The harlot, spreads a disease that kills, and those seeking pleasure are fully aware of the consequences... so why frequent this loathsome spot? She wouldn't care less, as long as her purse is full, and shots of cocaine thrill her demonic soul; tomorrow night, this harlot will wear a different dress, and deliriously laughing...she'll hope to cheat death. Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci