shes lightning and flamboyance,
around a clock which ticks off,
every guy shes been with for that day,
and now shes nearing the 6 oclock mark.
shes alcoholic drinks and speakeasy clubs,
fabric stretched too tightly over skin,
exposed in places where her porcelain should not be seen,
she winds herself around a pole,
around the final guy for that night.
shes a whore,
to put it simply,
making herself in likeness of softcore models,
like jodie marsh.
shes a little girl,
caught up in all the wrong things,
stuck in a sluts body.