The Shame Of Their Perversions

She is at again,
lulling a new clientele
with the promise
of eventual release

From city to city,
displayed completely
drawing their eyes
to the assets

There are always those
that pay a little extra
to spend private time
in that cramped little booth
wanting her close enough
to smell her

She performs for all types
married men
lonely singles
even couples

Nobody is ever told,
where they are going
and that works to her advantage,
the shame of their perversions
providing that perfect cover
to get away with it

The power is too much sometimes
knowing she wields not only the goods
to deliver pleasure, but those of extreme pain

But they have no idea of that,
and for her
that is the height of the thrill
stronger than lust

The anonymity of the fake name
and the rigorous travel,
well worth it
for the intended mission

The generous
are more at risk,
but she doesn't do it for the money,
there is a selection process
vetting those that might benefit
from the range of her services

Their judgement
clearly clouded
by the bare breasts
and removed thong,
they willingly surrender their cell
for her to tap in the digits
so they can get that fatal text
to meet her afterwards
at an undisclosed location

She favors the public parks,
geo-mapped on her phone
for quick convenience
and most importantly,
minimal clean-up.

They arrive so hungry for more,
hard as steel in anticipation
that they hardly ever feel
the first plunge of the blade

But it disables them enough
for a few more quick jabs
before the real artistry begins

To see their warm blood run,
dabbing her finger in for a taste
seeing shock in their faces
the gasps and gurgles
hanging onto life
for one more precious second

And a day or two later,
that man discovered,
just a mutilated corpse

The aftermath,
just as integral as the dispatch itself,
putting a community on edge
with subsequent rumors and a dead-end investigation

It usually takes a few days
for that high to wear off,
just enough to carry her through
to the next booking.