A Streetwalker Named Desire (Part 3) Poem by Dee Daffodil
A Streetwalker Named Desire (Part 3)
True to his word
He returned a bit later
When he took her arm
She could sense his good nature
They walked and they talked
He asked her her name
She told him 'Desire',
From 'Desiree' came
She knew better
Than to solicit outright
Preferring to let him
Decide what was right
As they walked, they came
To an all night cafe
He took her inside
And ordered lattes
He listened intently
As she chatted away
He could tell she was nervous
By what she didn't say
She didn't state the obvious
He was a cop-she was a date
She asked not his intentions
Nor what was her fate
She explained in brief
About her life
The hard knocks she'd taken
The anguish, the strife
She couldn't help wondering
What was his game?
But there was attraction there,
Just the same
When he walked her home
She appeared quite shy
There was an innocence there
That he couldn't buy
He gave her a peck
On the top of her head
Gave her one hundred dollars
And tucked her in bed
As he left her apartment
He blew her a kiss
And muttered some words
That she couldn't miss
'There's a lifetime of love
And a future so sweet
Please end this all now...
Don't go back to the street'
Part 4 to follow...
I can see the movie in the making now! Surely part 4 is just around the corner....
Following this with great interest As an ex police officer I came across working girls of all types.It does not do to judge them all the same Many have been forced into earning their living in this way through circoumstances beyond their control Eveyone has a story to tell Equally the attitude of police officers vary as to their sympathy empatyy or contempt. In any case the prostitutes fulfil a need if there were no demand there would be no supply. This is a storypoem worth the telling Dee
I look forward to reading more of this story poem. Although it is written in a simple style it is beautiful. Your characters are treat with both sympathy and understanding. Well done. Hugs Irene
Quite good, i should say... I wonder how this one will play? A hooker who is good at thinking on her feet... Usually for hookers, thinking is quite a feat. Hookers are usually better beneath the sheet... T'will she have fun during that cops own beat? Will he wait to get off to get his sweet nookie treat? ... Will he wait to be blown to blow on his whistle? Will she keep to lick or to chew or just continue to gnaw on that meaty bone gristle? ... Will he prapose or just pop the hooker? Or will he supp, or just throw the book at her? ... Will she come clean and change her ways? Or will she make that copper give her money and tips with additional pays? ... Good writing Dee. God bless all poets-MJG.
All's well.......that ends well! A delightful tale you spin........
Yaay! This was not only a great twist, putting faith back in humanity, but a powerful one. 'There was an innocence there, that he couldn't buy' Nice work Dee.
Dee, not often that you come across a quartet of poems that make you want to read one after the other. This does though. You begin and you are compelled to read through to the finish. You expect to find this quality in novels, in poetry it is rare. This is a truly beautiful saga. David
This series is not just compassionately and perceptively written, it's also got that quality that captures and holds the reader's attention. Great mastery of dramatic technique Dee. xx jim
Oh, this is so sweet, I love it, a change in her life to take place possibly. Can't wait to read part 4.---Wonderful poem---Melvina
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 3:55:05 AM # 1.0.0
What an Excellent poem, Dee. This is an Amazing poem. I loved it. Take care. Ruby