From my poetry notebook…This Ain’t Shakespeare.
Long lashes lowered.
Full lips over a knowing smile.
Flowing tresses that tease with their softness.
Curves that entice with her every move.
Open and willing, flaunting her needs.
Encouraging, suggesting, ignoring his ring.
No one will miss it.
It’s just a few dollars.
They have so much.
She has so little.
The children need shoes.
There’s no food in the cupboards and the rent is due.
So easy to slip the money,
From the cash drawer into her pocket.
The doctor says no.
Anymore and he’ll die.
But the need is so strong.
The struggle so fierce.
The addiction controls his every move.
Temptation is thrown at us from everywhere.
How we respond to it is our choice.