Dandelions, a beautiful flower
Overlooked by many
Stepped on by few.
She stands out, sequined purse
Blood red lips
Blue eyes that you can sail in
And a body suit hugging her curves
Cars pass by, faster than the years
She blows smoke into the air
Gently taps the cigarette with her finger
Watching the ashes fall to the ground and melt into a memory.
You can see the age on her face
Wrinkles around her mouth, crows feet infesting her eyes
A pound of cover up hides her tragedy
She signals a man, smiles a toothy smile
He pulls over
She takes long strides, making her feminity known
The street lights watch her, gaze upon her like a spot light
"Hey need a date big boy" she hisses out in a sultry voice with her every intention obvious.
She hops in the truck
Her fishnets shimmied down her knees, and she was hoisted onto his lap
She moans for him, she feels nothing
Like sliding a metal rod through a hole in a wall
She wasn't really there, but the smell made her sick
Cigarettes, sweat, sex, so familiar. So distant.
The trucker finished with a grunt
Not any grunt, a grunt that escapes from your bowels and seeps through your mouth
She automatically turns into a business woman
"fifty dollars no checks, no cards just cash"
He opened his wallet, a picture of two young girls
Must have been his kids.
Back on the street it was cold
Her fair skin was getting chapped and her heals were blistered
Another man pulled up beside her
Asked if she wanted to go for a ride
He was a regular, tall, muscular and ambitious
He paid well, sometimes took her to dinner
His wife was nice too; she met her on several occasions
His taste was different from the others
It was sweet not bitter
And his hands were gentle not rough
She sometimes forgets he is a paycheck
Not a human, not a man with a wife and son, just a paycheck
And she was just a whore.
AN. This is a little different, I like it a lot, I hope you do too RR