A False Choice

  A good girl
In flowing white
Unstained by lust
Innocence beyond the filth of grasping, hungry hands
Unblemished by dirty streaks of passion
Eyes lowered demurely
Her body an ivory tower
Unreachable
 
A slut
Easily unlocked
Knows pleasure by her own hands
Guiding lovers with each breathless gasp
Lips red and eyes dark
A sinful seduction
Curves pressed against another
Wet and full
In a dance of quiet moans
 
A woman
Her hands choose
Herself
Her lover
Here
Nowhere
Fences built or defences cast aside
By no morals but her own
A welcoming sigh or a turned cheek
Her decision
Standards set by the worth she feels
Not the height of her heels
Nor the length of her hem
Elinor Austin

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