Another account in the bank.
“She paints her nails a deep dark crimson,
pouts her lips for sheer seduction.
he arrives with someone else’s scent on his sleeve…”
she paid no mind
love is blind
and he’s got her a credit card
& she’ll do everything to please.
his eager eyes slid down her dress
a move too obvious of what he has to confess.
he thirsts for this: a sense of control.
she hungers for this: satisfaction that honors mind and soul.
she said, ‘you’re my best beau.’
and he told her she’s special, and it’s all true.
but that’s only because –
– each of them was something to be used.
it’s just men being men.
women being women.
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