Beauty's Curse

Flawless in the bloom of her youth,
Cursing herself in make up’s application
Becoming a gentle fantasy that has truth
Catching the eyes, hearts with admiration.

Her lips shine red attention from the lipstick,
The dark mascara framing her blued eyed glow
And a revealing dress that plays a cheeky trick,
With heels that lift her soft curves into show.

As the gentle fools stare to hope and dream,
Those that lack the hopeful heart blindly wishing
Begin to brilliant charm and darkly scheme,
She’s stolen, like all the others hoped on, vanishing!

More and more are taken to a regretful bed,
- Dance after dance, night after night,
Excuse their lonely heart and fickle head,
Behind their smile, thoughts out of sight:

“Between my thighs he obtains his desire
Sacrificing respect so in company I could retire,
For that single moment I’m not alone,
Even if I’m seen as some flesh and bone
I look at him as something worth while
Foolishly warming to his grateful smile….”