She stepped out in her high heeled shoes.
Her scent was hotel soap.
Streetlights later dull pains she'd cater,
But she was not a dope...
Whores and pores and tears and fears
Were things she'd daily fight,
But when another'd touch her cover...
Shut, she would, the light.
Kyle Hamp
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-diamond-girl/