Seasoned To Please

Her big brown eyes, hold so much pain, reliving the agony, once again. Footsteps of many, upon her path, how did this happen, a reminder of her past. Violated so young, now a way of life, the many that came, in the dark of night. They paid her bills, even bought her clothes, but the damage done, how could they know. A future so dim, as the years pass by, she wanted more, this lady of the night. Seasons they come, and seasons go, but a lovers commitment, she has never known. Still she waits, for that special one, a lover to stay, not a thief that runs. Seasoned to please, maybe she is, but deserving of love, and a goodnight kiss.