Promiscuous Lady Poem by Rox Mendham

She is a promiscuous lady
Secretive and shady
Popular at first glance
Eyes to put you in a trance
A girlfriends worst fear
A boy's closest dear

She'll preform to your desire
Take you to the edge and higher
Determined to lure you in
Playing a game only she can win

Its not that she wants you
Or has an instant attraction
Just bemused at the things you'll do
To get a slice of her action

But behind the scene she dies
Into her pillow she cries
Because deep inside she is lost
Popular maybe, but at what cost?

Do not empathise or try to understand
She is the one with the upper hand
Her motives are not real or kind
Toying with you and your mind

The reality for her is too hard to take
Much more convenient being fake
The lesson must be learnt by you
Turn your attention to someone true