Mistress Of Seduction Poem by Vagi Samuel Jnr

The quiet night deployed a half-moon
Town Street as evading as a venting loop
Sounding whispers of a walking lady
Her figure emerging from a darkened alley

She puffs away in the mystical drum beat
Edge of her smoke burning so intense
A single parent with twists and turns
That welds another grip of profit for body heat

Pretentious trade relieving an unknown arm
Tinted car succumbed by her potent top
Lips inking about service fees and plot
Beer! A hundred kina waits at gorilla farm

Baby, kiss me not on my swollen pride
Rather this glimmering sensualist ride
Abound tis petite neck without abduction
As money owns you my mistress of seduction