Working Girl
I fell in love with a “working girl”
But you have no right to judge her, for you dont know her like I do
You do not understand the heart of this fallen angel
I remember the day I came across the cherubic woman
We were in a record store and I stood motionlessly as her soul grabbed hold of Coltrane’s tunes
Finally, I walked over and expressed my attraction vocally
Asked if we could do something socially
And her face lit up like the sky on the 4th of July
But as quick as it lit up, it dimmed
She told me that tonight, She would be working the “Night Shift”
Shamefully, gravity pulled my head toward my chest
But her Index and Middle fingers forced it back up
She slid a folded up piece of paper into my hand, held it for a second or two, and let go as she walked off into the horizon
It would be some days before we connected again
But when we did, the physical attraction had taken over
And we moved a little too quickly into some sexual activities
Truth be told, she rocked my world, leaving tears in my eyes
And she held me until my body stopped shivering
While kissing me slowly, forcing my bottom lip to start quivering
It was that afternoon that she explained to me her occupation
Explained to me how she gave up her body so that her family could have food on the table and keep on the lights
Explained to me how much her lifestyle dissociated her from the innocent being she once was
Explained to me how she wishes that she could change her occupation
Then she her hand out and asked me to help her change the situation
And it was at that moment that I fell in love with a “Working Girl”
But you have no right to judge her, for you dont know her like I do.
Thank You
2 years ago