The sweet smell of vanilla
The hint of rouge on her lips
The blow out holding with a little Finesse
Cat eyed liner, false lashes
Heels and purse
She’s ready
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To forget her troubles.
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The smell of stale beer and liquor
Lipstick smeared up her cheek
Her hair ratted, standing on end
Smudged liner, missing lashes
Cant find her shoe, ripped purse
She’s ready
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To outlive the shame
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Sacred Venus 
Very erotic and filled with cruel reality of some. Good job
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Candice, I feel like it could be taken as a good start to an evening ending in bad circumstances. Not her fault though. 😦 I hope she’s ok.
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This piece is from my head, not experience. No one was hurt in making of this poem. However events like this are all too common.
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Wasn’t sure, thanks for clarification! But you’re right. I think every woman has possibly encountered or heard of this type of thing occurring. 😦
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