Recommended reading Part One first...
She got out of the car
And straightened her skirt
She dropped the smile
And dropped the flirt
She hated this woman
That she had become
Servicing me
For a paltry sum
Her mom was a teacher
Her dad, a cop
If they were alive
They would ask her to stop
It wasn't through choice
She got into this game
But being an orphan
She'd endured lot's of pain
She looked up and saw him
Walking her way
If he asked, was she working
What would she say?
She looked him once over
For flaws, she found none
Strong build, dark hair, blue eyes
Oh yes, and that gun!
'Hello officer...
Care for some fun? '
'I'll be back later
I'm off work at one'
She fretted, she worried
What could she do?
'Doing' a cop,
Was a concept quite new...
To be continued...
Written by Dee Daffodil (H.W)
Dee Daffodil
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-streetwalker-named-desire-part-2/
