Low cut, high slit bold exhibition
Of lace covered breasts
And mesh covered thighs.
Pheromones broadcast a
wide-banded signal
To capture attention from
ogling eyes.
Heads turn as brows raise and
lips purse
And quiver, marking the
moment inquisitively.
What is the message?
Where would she take us?
What substance is hidden
beneath what we see?
Good Christian girls could
never imagine,
Nor Hindu or Moslem or
Orthodox Jew,
Such brazen and bold, such
craven behavior
The temporal world has fallen
into.
But she flaunts and flitters
from one to another
Like hummingbirds feeding on
nectar like wine;
Using the wiles that nature
has given
To capture the bounty that
clings to the vine.
And men being weak, as the
creatures they are,
Are helpless to fall for the
spell that she casts,
And wind up alone when the
time comes to pay for the meal,
When it would have been
prudent to fast.
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