It's not the street i usually go on,
i always turn right
but there was something about rue 147
that drew me in that night.
Perhaps it was the flickering streetlamps,
casting shadows true,
which hid a man of great stature,
who would have even frightened you.
And as he came fourth
from the crumbling building's side
he leaned in mischievously
as if in me, to confide.
'I'm so hungry, miss
you haven't got a clue
and it's not every day i meet
someone innocent as you.'
dark eyes glinting
he put a hand to my throat
said 'trust me, ma'am'
took the wallet from my coat
while my knees weakly shook
panting, i realized
there is a reason being for roads,
a little bit 'less traveled by'
