Experimenting with Eveteasers

This poem is from the point of view of an eve-teaser who has grown up.

Return Journey

Desire gets burnt into ashes
In an internal combustion
Of a blunt-faced
Suburban locomotive
Screeching on the rails
To the oily doorstep
Of the city brothel.
Intermittent giggles
Of a bunch of naked innocence
Emanate from the dense slums
Along the track
And male pigs bask on the furrow
Of the black mud
In indolent sexuality.

In broad day light
The popular woman
Of the city,
In her cosmetic cell
Pines for a smell
Of fresh strawberries,

The setting Sun ejaculates
Dull rays at six,
Forming a strange silhouette
Of a faceless crowd
On the concrete road
Of the metropolis.

What do you think?