At love’s cross

 

It is by your beauty in which you demand more from a man.

Yes,  it is your bargaining tool; your only way out to advance.

You mesmerise, leave them weak in the knees as if in a trance.

You memorise your moves, count your steps as if in a dance.

You are easily tempted by worldly things - materials all man made.

You trade in your wares for pleasure, you sell to the highest bidder.

All this you do with comfort and ease.

You are bought and sold yet still, you have no shame!

Pretty girl, confuse not the price paid by men for lust as a token for love.

For that is a mystic illusion to deceive you into believing the unreal as true - as if being emotionally mugged.

And you thinking men are easily tempted, some are and some are not, but pleasure in its wildest form is fleeting.

Men invest in what you sell, and take advantage of the diamonds in the rough.

We are all at love's cross.

We reap what we all sow.