Lady of the Night.

Smooth marble cut,
Dirty slut.
Prancing around the tables,
Preaching her fables
From the Bible of the night,
And with all her might,
She whispers in your ear,
"You! Come 'ere".
Come with me,
And you'll see,
A world of pure imagination,
To quench insatiable fascination
For all things strange,
twisted and deranged.
Positions that should be banned,
Youre body stretched, poked, scanned
By curious eyes,
But I think it wise,
That youre wife never know,
About where you go,
In the midnight hour,
Before you return home to cower
In her loving arms,
And using all your charms,
You make her weak at the knees,
So easy to please.
And as you slur into sleep,
Ready to creep,
Back into the dark,
Leaving no trail or mark
As to where you go,
Move slow baby, move slow.