The Midnight Lady

The midnight lady Is striking In her tight silky Mini skirt, with a matching Seductive basque-bra Surely makes ones’ blood clot Though, she hides her beauty In heavy shades of mascara Still you can notice Her youthfulness As she walks gracefully On a cobblestone alley Passing, through a group Of night birds With mirthless smile On their faces As the hawkers Enjoy, the last image Of summer While, the moon’s hiding In a thick paled clouds Staring Helpless As I see her every night Rushing, to meet The silent darkness Yes, she has beautiful eyes Like a cornflower blue But, I rather want Mine, in brown caramel For I can see Brightly, the things around Now, her glows Waning, which She couldn’t care less Her youth’s fading For nothing But, for selfish gain Of her beau And, for the lovers Of her flesh