Money Buys Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Money buys

The rough legs bounded, pegged with pride, manly kind
In the palm of his waist, is slave.
Says some words in whisper, to lover:
“Hon…dear…”

With soft legs, the young girl, is breeze, dance of air
Shows herself, as most girls
Looks back, forth, once a while
Making sure that is seen with males’ eyes.

Whispers back, not of heart, tip of tongue:
“Sorry hon…”

Is waiting to be free and dancing
Doesn't like loyalty
She is sold, to money; temporarily.