Amsterdam At Night

Poem By Kristina Louisa Carr

The red lights turn on when it's dark outside
Clients searching for things they will never confide
Standing on cobblestones looking up from the street
Illuminated windows highlight goods indiscreet

Under wigs and make up beauty is disguised
What you see is what you get as advertised
Bodies carefully displayed in all shapes and sizes
Gender confusion may cause hidden surprises

Here everything goes and nothing is really taboo
Flesh covered by garments that are see through
Customer service for every fetish is provided
If you're unsure take a full tour that is guided

Bars and shops are open for personal entertainment
If you have the money you can make an arrangement
Dancers deliver the illusion of art hanging from a pole
While the police gets free coffee when on nightly patrol

Latex lace leather piercings and tattoos are on display
There are no unsatisfied dreams as long as you can pay
The oldest profession is in demand and thats no tale
Just a regular night in Amsterdam and love is for sale

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