Skimpy Dress

My woman was pretty. She worked at night; she's business-minded. Caught her once; an open closet.

"Darling, do you have to wear that dress tonight?"

"Johns like it tight," she sighed. "It's a price to pay to market my treasure chest."

But it's not just between her legs, it's her love she gives. Not just her mouth, but her passion bleeds.

And I know it's wrong to think grim, but hell! She sells her love to him. It was more than I can bare, I fixed a deadly stare. Last night, I drained her will. Her eyes were pretty still.