Standing by the corner,
Looking to the night,
As it brings pleasures,
And offerings so desirable.

On her back,
The taste of many hearts.
Her master's predecessor,
Collecting the fees of the night.

A night hustler,
Surrendering,
Yet giving to the night,
A memorable acknowledgement.

Her red lips,
Shinning to the night,
As her hair blowing to the wind,
Like whirling waves.

Offering  one's needs,
Like payment for bargain.
A young heart,
Giving her soul to life's freedom.

A compliance,
Walking in heels,
Looking for her next payee,
As an exchange for the night.

Allowing one or two,
As she is taken for an ashtray,
Where smokers pour away,
Yet creating love's fantasies.

Giving the night kudos,
Yet running out the door,
Like cheap whisky,
Thrown out of the mouth.

Like fruits of emipres,
Vending her body,
Giving her all,
In the streets of many.

Looking from the corner,
A pulse in the night,
Waiting to explore night's pleasures,
As it brings dividends.

The ****** of the night
An enchantment so dear
A liking for others,
Yet masking her pain.

Her commercial service,
An excitement for all.
Sassy lady of the night
I hail thee

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson