Delectable dalliance
sashayed in strumpet seduction,
her soft hints of allure
serve the sweet taste
of forbidden innocence.
Bloodying trust is her essence's snare,
ravenous for a succor
offered by susceptible lips,
who feigned virginity
cast in vulnerable facade
first infused
by her pimp purveyor of deception.
To any night
her body brings a steady burn
with candle
raging into the suppressed
ecstasy lairs
lying behind stares
from those squirming in appetite.
Each eve her cherries
are tossed with gasps and gestures
consumed in passion and faith,
every wanton soul that bites them
only left unsatisfied and in pure agony
when the morning after comes
and their dreams of defiling her fruit
fled to sight of leaded skies,
uttering a lament of pure dismay
"dam you weather gal"
for having again teased
with sugary vain promises.
Honorable mention
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