Woman Of The Night Poem by Jeremy Willson

The vibe of the tango sweeps her off her feet, into the air
Dancing with the wind, breezing through her lovely hair
Dressed in ruby red, wearing a flower in her pony tail
Body sways to say "I'm free" but her eyes say she's for sale
I am lured in by her beauty and picturesque
But I can see past her makeup to the neglect
She asks if I'd like a drink
I accept her offer, she smiles walking upstairs with a wink
I finish my liquor and ask myself what I'm doing
I'm climbing the stairs thinking of why I'm going
I reach the door and begin to turn the knob
When I hear a faint cry and sob
I open the door and see the woman wipe her face
She's half dressed wearing her pretty lace
I lay on the bed and kiss her neck gently
I look down and tell her I'm sorry
I place some money on the counter
Enough to get far away from here so no one can hurt her
'Gracias senior' she whispered and covered her tatt
Glancing over I tip my hat
I walk out the inn and get on my horse
I will stay true to my law and always enforce
A maiden in need, of course I'll help with all my might
Even if she's a woman of the night