Currently Listening Riding with the King By Eric Clapton & B.B. King Ten Long Years see related

Street Corner Beast

Every eve she waits near the street light:

Six foot two, with handsome curves I adore.

Her jet-black hair melts her into the night,

With legs stronger than the heroes of lore,

She stares boldly at each passing stranger.

Belching seductions that give them a pause,

But most are filled with a sense of danger,

And turn to flee from her bear-like paws.          

Some, however, think of themselves as sly,       

So she sweeps them away to her own place,

Where she deftly unmasks for hungry eye,

And all becomes clear to a startled face.

Fear fills the night as she sends them to sleep,

Leaving all who knew them to pray and weep.