{Creative Concept Challenge}


She was misguided
Through broken dreams
With constant punishments
That rubbed through the clefts of her mind
A dollar for a day
Was easily carved
Through the opening of her thighs
Surging with solutions
For a system
Of poverty
.
A bared body
Burning with desire
Easily for filling the needs
Of blurry eyes
Fabricating phantoms
Filled only with disguises
That mesmerize the mind
As her body clapped underneath the light
Establishing
She was the need
Of congested minds
.
He was Mr. Beef Jerky
Declaring a state of emergency
As his shaft pulsated underneath his jeans
Cunning and depicting
Every move
&
Breath she seized
Jerking his shaft to the rhythm of her hips
As she became his fascination
Underneath the lights
.
A quarter past five
He met her
Through the praise of insanity
Underneath the darkest allies of Montreal
Establishing infective moves
To the power that woke
Maniac disarmaments
In his vital arms
As he shoved her to the ground
Taking her vanity
Slicing through her fears
Leaving her ruin
Down her destructive path
Left alone to die





***Crazy Concept Challenge : Pregnant Strippers and Beef Jerky… Mourning or Gothic***
Lol.. I Couldn't come up with anything else..