Madam, gets answers

Lips red, puckered around smoke
Lips shined in light
Darkness was coming
Her voice scratched the air when she spoke
slippery as snakes slithering away
Question marks on her face
waiting for answers
she already knew...
Bra tinsed around at straps
pantys, her legs guarded see through
The Boss of the ladies
hardly batted eyes
Stern cold blue, shadowed by nearly closed eyes
Her skin nervously twitched
stepping off one leg to the other
The money she took sweateg in her eyes
She wouldnt go down for another!
Brandished Nickel-nine
Glowing in the light
Spidering as saftey glass
The skull and skin
Bullit shot through

it drips, the blood...