~Love for sale~

As the sun fades and the air grows heavy with the threat of rain she waits.
Standing just outside her door cigarette between long slender fingers deep in thought she places it to her lips inhaling deep and long.
"With night comes the visitors, gentlemen of leisure, lover's with no love to give, who prowl the dark streets of the loushi like predators.
Tiger's on the hut", she thinks.
Watching as the hunt begin she whispers to herself, "Like Sharks in the large tanks at the aquarium, they circle round and round, up one street and down the other, their eyes empty like dead pools of stagnate brackish water".
Her heart removed long ago now stands cast in gold, encased in a gilded egg she keeps by the door.
A reminder to herself, a warning to those who might try, may think the impossible....
Who will buy?
Who would like to sample my supply?
Who's prepared to pay the price,
For a trip to paradise?
Love for sale