prostitute -Poetry

Women's night shower at times
Crusted foam shampoo ketengan
Above the head by train
The sluggish run of seductiveness

Greeted with a crisp laughter breaking the sky
The grunts of the trains are getting flirtatious
All stains try to clean
But it still looks dirty

Because the train sends dust
The one coming can not afford to tread
Women wear night towel
After swabs all over his body

Warm up the sun in the morning
Dry a heart full of tears even if only for a moment
A glass of coffee a cigarette of recorded notes
The night women are waiting for the night for the

length of the night
Woman of the night in rope tie
In life in a dream in his heart
I just see from the bridge

Without mampi to release
Women's night on the edge of hay
Sing a prayer to light a fire
Women's night on the edge of hay
Sing a prayer to light a fire