She tip toed by the room’s,
On her high heels.
Which costed far to much her Bill’s.
Slay queen on champagne.
Breathing within it ,
Like a fish on its gills.

This is all she ever dreamt off.
She had the soft part of the loaf.
Bundle of trendy couple.
She and her sugar daddy.
Down the road together.

Few years within this institute.
She had been sleeping around like a prostitute.
Poor village girl .
If mommy was her she find a reason to yell.
But she had a trust on her.

Blessed
She was being a blessee.
Old man had it covered all on her fee.
Oh he weren’t doing that for free.
He wanted to get down her thighs .

It was the give and take.
All of her desires were granted,
But they were all fake.
And they were something she would make
within a few years .

But she was blinded by her Peruvian wig.
The taste of the gold she used to dig.
She was the top girl in the league.