LURKING IN THE DARK

She walks the streets late at night 
When the tired are behind closed doors 
Her eyes pierces through the darkness 
As her lust takes full control 

Her apparel is painted to her body
It's length above her knees 
Her walk is filled with friction 
The weak' heart is lured, then  seized

Her hair she tosses like a spiders web
With every step she takes
Her body is that of a goddess 
And the fool, longs for her embrace 

She speaks deception with her eyes 
As her lips poisonously smiles 
She has found he who lacks wisdom 
Her first victim of the night 

He seems to be up in age
His hair sprinkled with black and white 
But he lacks wisdom and insight 
A promising AIDS victim 
Of she who walks the night.

Wilford Barker.