Standing by the corner,
Looking to the night,
As it brings pleasures,
And offerings so desirable.

On her back,
The taste of many hearts.
Her master's predecessor,
Collecting the fees of the night.

A night hustler,
Surrendering,
Yet giving to the night,
A memorable acknowledgement.

Her red lips,
Shinning to the night,
As her hair blowing to the wind,
Like whirling waves.

Offering one's needs,
Like payment for bargain.
A young heart,
Giving her soul to life's freedom.

A compliance,...