Baby Face

As he stroked her face,

She was choked with disdain,

Searching for a way to escape the truth,

A life of deceit as a prostitute.

Her looks were the key to a charmed enclave,

Cocaine-fuelled nights,

And expensive champagne.

Five hundred a go,

And all the perks,

It was worth it,

Even despite the jerks.

As white blonde locks tumbled over round blue eyes,

Lips shimmered pink mouthing seductress sighs,

She shot-up again,

And rode the high,

Of being wanted by yet another guy..