Colours

She dresses in black, stockings, suspenders
And when she feels blue she often surrenders
To eager young men who are big hard and red
And deliver their cream on top of her bed
Sometimes she wears scarlet and walks in the night
Pale in the moonlight, breasts firm and white
Other girls green with envy call her a whore
While men of all colours come back for more
Her name it is Rainbow and once she was mine
But now I am dark and the sun doesn’t shine