A courtesan takes up with a lover
For his repute, resource and power.
Her love is not for his appearance.
She is more adept than his wife in bed.
She is not by heart attached to him,
Even by the one whom she likes from lust.
She draws men near and offer delight
And leave them abruptly without pain.
Man knows about the courtesans’ designs
And yet, blinded by lust, go after them.
02.09.2011
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