She walks.
She lets her hair down; smiles then walks away with your eyes on her movement of her hips.
She is as beautiful as the goddess above.
She is knows how to drive the men like dogs with one touch of her lips upon theirs.
She thinks of them as foolish things since the only thing she does is give them the pleasure their wife's can't.
The diamonds you see were from her sister husband.
The watch was from her best friend fiance
The house you will enter to is from the political man who spoils her any time and in return she slide off her red dress and shatters his mind with the pleasure she rushes on his body, through out his veins.
She allows him to stay in her bed and she walk away to receive the check that's calling her name.
She taken so many in but throws them out, with out their dignity, with out pride.
She know how to seduce the most stubborn men, she know how to make them fall in love with her lust.
She's your ticket to destruction. She will make you fall for the temptation of her moist lips. The softness of her skin will drown you and take you into the whirl pool that drowns her victims. All you need is a movement alone with her and she will put you skin to skin, in her zone to blow upon your wall.
But there is one thing you dont know about her.
At nights when she's alone she cry's in her house. She sheds the tears from those hazel eyes you get hepatize by. She cry in pain for the disgust thrown from her own self, from the lies she thinks are true. Those mirrors that hold her sin is on one side, the other side is the value, pride, the reality in what she is. She gets choke from pain she hides inside and leaves to settle when she is done. But what have her going is the big checks she make from one night. Every night she gets stolen from the checks she receives, then she falls asleep alone waiting for her next victim to fall for thirst of pleasure. Leaving her to trade her dignity for the green leaves that fall down to her feet.
