When the sun goes down
Poetry
When the sun goes down
She comes alive, a lioness from her den
Ready for the night and its wild games
Yet another trip to the world of seduction.
Burying yesterday’s wounds
Her perfumed hands searching for a cigar
Just to hide her innocence behind the smoke
Just to pretend that she is perfectly alright.
As she stands in the dark alley
Red high heels fuming impatience
Cars stop by winding windows down
She is the queen of the night.
With her heart pounding fast
She strikes a sultry pose
Raised bosoms and buttocks
All cleavage and waxed legs.
A deal is made and she is sold
She is not on her own anymore
She belongs to him or to them
Until the sun shines again; a long night.
Her body straddled on the bed
She lies naked in shame cursing her birth
As they pour down on her guilt
