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
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
Her lover
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

Categories: Poetry

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