How do you imagine me?
Do you see
Danger smouldering behind dark glasses?
A young man, superficially charming,
My good looks disarming
Girls who dance
To my tune of false romance?

Do you see me
In a sports car
With a false number plate
Where girls go too far
And learn too late
The meaning of hate?

You don’t see a young
Woman, my compassion flung
Aside.
I shall decide
Which girl shall work tonight,
To bring delight
To you good sir.

I swear
That you wouldn’t guess
That beneath my demure dress
There beats a heart of stone.
My voice on the phone
Is matter-of-fact.
(I never discuss the actual act
But we glean
What each other mean
In this game of charades
Where the cards
Are stacked in my favour).
You can have any flavour
You like tonight
But mind your language for I have learned, over the years
That walls have ears
And many a business ends in tears
When a girl is indiscreet
About who she will meet.