The large city dwarfed by skyscrapers

Heartless, sprawling, even thriving

Multi level highways, one on top of others

Suggestive, revealing, evocative, provocative

          Traffic snarls but traffickers galore

          A million pretty faces a thousand willing whores

          Life goes on, all the noise and the din

          Mind blowing music; night’s about to begin

The smell of satay and the body merges

The frenzy spirals in shock wave surges

The small talk and endless cans of beer

The ecstatic movements, the caressing cheer

          1001, FM1, MTR2, Sumo, Alexis,

M Block, for heavenly skin and sin

Satisfaction pasted on willing happy faces

The soulful chatter in so loud a din

The rowdy downstairs and a hundred girls

On a different level a serene peaceful whirl

When the phone rings to announce the time

The mate lingers on to give you a scrub

          Young shining bodies with hearts of gold

          For survival with their everything sold

          You are exhilarated that the girls are bold

          You see warmth everywhere nary a cold

You go back satiated after an hour or two

Your mate feigns delight as you cuddle and coo

Her mom need not douse her hunger tonight

There won’t be much for the dad to fight

          And life goes on, as the traffic jams some more

          For the happy schoolgirl there’s satisfaction galore

          Though the gentleman visitor will call her a whore

For her dying home she brings hope and succour

This is her sin we are crazy to shout

It douses both hungers; but it’s she who is crass

She cools our body; but for her it’s all about

The Drift of Time and Life; this too shall pass