A Devilish Rose: a street corner

A Devilish Rose: a street corner

A devilish rose in long spiked heels
along a side walk she wheels and deals
stench of a city drowned by her perfume
like a tempting morsel perched on a spoon.

Street lamps brightness, her illumination
in a concrete jungle of gold and secretion
rubber and pavement smells of money
as a new lover comes to savor her honey.

Twice the thorns of an ordinary rose
a devilish grin across her lips grows
she gets in a car and they zoom away
a deal is made to ensure the devil is paid.

Long finger nails over a trouser leg lump
causes his heart to sound like a drum
she nibbles at his ear as he shifts a gear
she slid over leather till he was near.

Pressing against him made him smile
working a customer with professional pride
gripping his cock until it arose
working the shadows was A Devilish Rose.