Contours

She was powerful with strong eyes and contours to match but she was wasted. Her attitude could not see beyond strip club dollars and hollas across the room for another lap chance. 

But this was my chance, I was desperate man with no game and from the stack of dollar bills on my table, no shame, just a wanting and knowing that she could be mine for one song or maybe three.

There was no reason for feeling, only a proper budget and a standing admiration for the black woman. 

And this was the state of my affairs, a lonely man with with lonely prose in a crowded dungeon of glamour vixens and transactions and all this time looking for real love. 

Now thats funny.