With sinful regret
Of selling her soul
To sheer and pure pleasure of another,
She applies her eye shadow.
Shadowing her enchanting eyes
Almost as unordinary as herself.
She'll hike up her skirt
With every bit of self doubt
Waiting for the right moment
To strip herself of clothing
Her skin always sees daylight,
Revealing the marks that powerful hands leave
Gripping onto the soft skin of her legs
As they enter her body;
Robbing her of herself.
And of her dignity
Her moan creates a more desirable situation,
Silencing the awkwardness of divinity
Of pure selfish greed.
With each man thrusting himself into her,
Stealing more and more of her,
Taking every ounce of innocence out
And replacing it with scents of ecstasy.
Under her streetlight,
She wonders if the comfort
Is worth the pain.
If the pleasure
Is worth herself.
And as she outlines her eyes
With a deep black
Signaling an easy and inexpensive treat,
She lies to herself.
Telling herself that she's a useless toy.
She's the one that never danced in the rain.