by Javon Hagan
Her talk cons, but her kiss
is smooth.
Angel faced, body of a goddess
with lips of a serpent.
She scans the room,
as the jazz plays
softly and the wealthy business men buy drinks.
Powerful is her stance,
slowly slips off her jacket.
Holds head high.
Many desire,
most admire while she walk
her walk.
The table far
but her prey near.
Silver engraved cufflinks
tells his story.
Flips her hair
gives a wink.
No words
have to be said,
for her smile makes the money,
her legs luscious
pay the bills.
Captured by her grace
the trap is set.
