She arrives in heels and skirt
Or perchance
In jeans and t-shirt.
‘Tis the oldest dance
Which the ignorant call romance.
The CCTV
Does not see
The deals
She seals
In rooms where the lonely sit
Waiting for “their bit
Of fun”.
Perhaps she will leave with the morning sun,
Or be done
With a quick flick
Of her supple wrist, and depart in a cloud of scent
And with a click
Of heel, leaving him to smile
For a while
Or maybe repent
Of the money spent
K Morris - Poet 
This makes me feel sad. Yet there is happiness of a sort in there too.mmwhat the moment!
Thank you for your comment, Lorraine. Yes escorting/prostitution/sex work (call it what you will), is a complex issue. Best wishes – Kevin
Indeed it is. I was not able to put into words exactly what I meant, and happiness was not right, but I could think of no other word. The sadness seemed to come across more than anything, but WHOSE sadness I am not sure of. Anyway, a very good write Kevin. Best to you too
Thank you, Lorraine.
An excellent poem, Kevin.
Thank you, Robbie. Best – Kevin