Dirty Hands, To Taint A Crystal.

Her stockings slipped past her knee,
A cheeky smile threw from her rouged lips,
He glanced to the clock,
An hour left at most,

She stepped between his legs,
Tantalising, teasing, tempting,
"Please sir, treat me so gentle,
If you let me, it'll be a night not worth forgetting"

She had hair that could blind Gods,
Bright and crystal, as her name would say,
If it were her real name,
He wouldn't have cared anyway,

She smelled like cigarettes,
And freshly cut apples,
Her rosy cheeks however, suggested something,
Floral,

The dress she wore, didn't suit her,
It was too short, too dark,
Shaped her most unflattering parts,
Made her seem cheap, which for a night she wasn't,

"You like it here? There?
Anywhere?" She would often ask,
But he liked whatever she gave him,
Her skin touched his, that's all that mattered,

The smile she gave was a facade,
Covering up her disgust, he knew this,
As her dainty fingers trembled,
Over his heated flesh,

"Tell me you love me" He whimpered,
Pathetically,
Shaking her head, concealing her assets,
"Your time is up now sir, pay me what I'm due"

"I still have a few minutes left" He cried,
"Please, please stay with me, just one more night?"
His eyes darting over her,
As she tightened her straps,

With one shake of a 'no' she held out one hand,
Hungry for her pay,
He chewed his lip and threw himself forwards,
"Please tell me you love me"

A kick and a scream, then muffled by one hand,
"Shhh! Shhh!",
He begged her one last time,
"Stay with me one more night!?"

Fiery and insane, his eyes widened further,
The hand gripped tighter,
Her silence becoming bitter and unwanted,
Her eyes glassed like crystal, she sobbed,

A snap was all it then took,
A snap of his mind, a snap of her neck,
She slumped down lifeless,
He soon followed, a scream from his chest,

He bellowed, "Why is it so hard?
To love another so, Tenderly?
Her heart beat inside my chest,
and now it moves no more",

"Be still, be mine,
Your blood softens my hands,
The chill of your skin cools my head,
Your stillness steals my nerves"

A smile, creeps...
"You are my dirtiest gem,
Coated in a layer of filth, the hands,
Of grubby men"

"Mine were always the,
Grubbiest"
A smile, red cheeks,
Embarrassment to the girl of his dreams.