Prostitution

               Prostitution

Different paints on their face like a rainbow,
Different colour on their lips like a chameleon,
They can't find their hair, Brazilian and Morocco sheep skin is switch to hair.
Their skin is black and white like my granpa first television,
Broken clothes on a piece tattered skin .
                     AFOLABI

They come out at night fully suited up like a soldier going to war but with their weapons fully exposed,
They are ready to aim and take down any suspect that shows a sign of being loaded,
Business moguls ready to sell if you want to buy,
Ready to give as long as you ask.
They don't just sell sex, They sell ruins.
                            D_BELIVA

They are angels that walk at night,
They are angels that walk at night without their pants and bra,
Their pants and bra are sleeping on their bed at home while they are selling acres of their lands.
Anyone can buy plots on their lands,
Younger and older if their pocket is at hand.
                        AFOLABI
They are devil disguised as angel
Dress to kill,
Painting their eyes,thighs and chest with infinite sex  appeal.
If murder is what they wrote definitely, everyone would be a book warm.
As long as the pay is ready that library is yours to read from.
                         D_BELIVA

Duet by
D_beliva and Afolabi onlyGodknows

Mighty inkers