Cute smiles and

Lace dresses,

Are what they want.

A girl who walks the thin line,

Between opportunism and self-destruction.

Effortless.

 

Shower them

With a confectionery dust,

A little mix of barely legal and leather,

Winks, spins, and dips,

Most definitely drops.

Splits.

 

She shows how decency,

Can exist with dysfunction.

How to straddle the two,

Heavily leaning on one.

Grinding.

 

But here,

They are all invisible.

 

The men are,

Faceless.

The girls are,

Nameless.

The deeds are,

Paid for.

And the show,

The oldest profession,

Gets younger.