I Can Sell My Body Poem by Scott Salmon

A mystic aura around her,
Greeting all she sees,
Eyes that see right through you,
A beauty if you please,

Eyes so deep you swim in them,
Her spirits pushed so high,
Cravings come from everyone,
Despite her harsh reply,

Always looking forward,
Her preference is the street,
What is known and good for her,
Is decided incomplete,

Frustration a daily factor,
Always moving on,
Afraid of getting close to you,
You wake up and she's gone.

True is that she is the best,
No others are as good,
An expert in the game she plays,
She roams the neighborhood,

Loves to play and invites you in,
Her beauty is divine,
Love she spends will lift you up,
You can never say she's mine.