DAUGHTERS OF THE NIGHT


These queens of the nights,
in the darkness are knights,
dancing in skimpy skirts
to let men ungodly flirts.

Shaking their bums
as they chew their gums
making pat, pat
sounds
to conceal men's path
in lustful re-sounds


Men who lost in lust
thinks they lost in love
but they only love in lust
for Such lust is not in love.

In their glossed lips
mere men are enslaved,
men that sleep and slips
from the light they are caved.
Their conscience is grave
for the ride which they crave.

Daughters of the nights,
whose strength comes at nights
to mar the might of men
who to, from their den
sweating in their oven,
that forbidden coven.

Daughters of the nights
cutting as kin as knife,
dancing through the nights
to earn a shiny noon-life.

Daughters of the nights,
their staged eyes steals their sights.
Fenced with fake fashion
and lost in prey-passion.
Money makes men glow
but makes their passion grow.

The valley between their breasts
separates men from their breaths
their heaven is on their tits
as they go in and out of their pits.
Daughters of the night
in the nights comes your might.

Daughters of the night
When will you be saved from the night
that last no long?
You wore darkness for so long.
Daughters of the night!
when will you see the light?



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