The Mens They Cum

You remember how
   she used to say
When you’d ask
   how she spent her day
“The mens they cum,
    the mens they go”
Her English was poor
But the girl could blow
Your cock like a pogo stick
You never thought
  You’d cum so quick
She was a Latina whore
For a 50 bucks you’d
Spend an hour or more
In her cunt or in her ass
Your desire, what ever passed
She was there to accommodate
Whatever men wanted
Was her fate
She sucked and fucked every day
From the Mexican border
Down San Antonio way
She paid a Coyote to sneak her in
Thru the lonely desert menace
To the streets and fences
   of Los Angeles where a hooker
Was as common as a looker
I met her in a fateful day
Standing in a bus stop quay
She spoke few words but
We communicated of course
In a small apartment
   through intercourse
Her specialty was sucking cock
When she was done
   you could hardly lock
The door you discreetly closed
Your legs would move
   in ways you hadn’t chose
You’d stop to rest there in the dark
At the curb your car was parked
This went on for many weeks
Then one night she didn’t speak
You made sweet love after the sucking
Came with a rush as you were fucking
You understood something was in the air
The next week you went
    she wasn’t there
Just a small white sign, “Room for Rent”
You searched, asked other girls
Stopping those who wore her curls
Offering cash if they could tell
Where she went, your sweet belle
Where did she work?
Under what street lamp?
You described her shiny coat
   How she vamped
And wore her hair dark and long
You even sang her favorite song
That she played while you made love
Your penis fit her like a glove
But nowhere did you find her fate
Or another girl as fine to mate
Life is filled with mysteries
Puzzles of our chemistries
Many years have come and gone
But still you recall how fond
You were of that girl with ruby lips
Lovely breasts and slender hips
Who sucked your cock like no one else
Who stole your heart and little wealth
Some say she moved on
   to San Francisco or Oregon
Others suspected something foul
And said she’s buried where the owls
Hoot and swoop
   To steal their prey
But you know
   she’s not here today
Pray to God
   she just went away

Back some years a wicked killer/reaper
Called the L.A. Grim Sleeper
Preyed upon the darlings of the night
Many girls disappeared from sight
We only knew that they were missing
Assumed that they’d moved on from kissing
Only now we have a listing
With photos published in the paper
That describes the killer’s caper
They’ll sentenced him* without a trial
Too much evidence for denial
But her words ring out to you
With a tinge of fear and sadness too
“The mens they cum
    the mens they go”
There are others who now sleep
   Buried in the forest deep
Where owls hoot and swoop
   To steal their prey
Perhaps they’ll be revealed some day

*Detectives have investigated the slayings that occurred between 1985 and 2007. The attacker was called the “Grim Sleeper” because time passed between his murders while he was imprisoned for other crimes.” 13 girls and 1 man are listed as his victims but there may be as many 40 or more. He was found with over a 1000 photos in his possession which included the raped dead. He is only one of many who have preyed on the darlings of the night, that disappear without a trace, ignored by all.