Yasmine and the Boogeyman

Dear anonymous,
Let’s meet again
perhaps dance
Tango, in a city sin
with lovers’ spit
Twenty condoms in a bin
Merry sailors, all
the colours await
chance and tale
every port a girl
lasts Twenty minutes then
‘Wanna gurl luv?’
Hit & Run recording
The chase begun
Plain clothed
in a panel van
women scream
Another dollar
Another mug
Another squalor
Her secret lover
Chasing dragon
and a candlelit dinner/gutter
‘Wanna gurl luv?’
Only Twenty dollar?
Cause tonight that’s all that really matter

Love Always,
Yasmine
XX