Skin farded thick in her forte'd disguise.
Mascara dripping darkened eyes.
Perfume drenched to attract desired male fly's.
Her smile; mock-modesty, her cheek?
Mostly a lie . . .
Stiletto boots up to her thighs.
Clothes twisted to attract the attention for which,
Her desperation Cries.
It's not about
rights and wrongs,
about seeing the reality behind