I am a prostitute
for love...

The pedals are so new
the stem so mature...

He stole her heart
just with that wink...

Certain time and place
takes my now away...

Tempted by his deceitful eyes
boundries created by thighs...

Confidence is his key
laughter is his hand...

Looking up into the
sky...

My passion
is when I'm wrapped...

Save me
cure this ache...

His lips carry a burden
they sulk in a midst if despair...

My heart begins to pace
winning the anticipation race...

Good morning
my lover, my friend...