Promiscuous Lady Poem by Ojeikpo Elijah

Promiscuous lady, with skin of silk,
Men flock to you like moths to a flame,
Your beauty, a weapon, your lips, they bilk
With every kiss, they fall prey to your game.

Your hair, cascading in waves of gold,
Your eyes, a dangerous shade of green,
You walk with confidence, bold and cold,
A captivating sight, never before seen.

But underneath the surface, lies a pain,
A longing for something that's yet to be,
You crave love, yet you fear to be chained,
So you use your body, to set yourself free.

But oh promiscuous lady, don't you see,
True love awaits, if you set your heart free.