That Wanton Look Poem by PAUL COLVIN

The wanton look in the young girl’s eyes
Was not for lack of diction
Her head thrown back in sweet surprise
As you fed her promised fiction
A holy man would tell the truth
A drunk may spill his speel
But sober you, spoke words uncouth
As your tongue danced to a reel.
Oh! She may show you all her ware
And kiss you head to toe
But mark my words, you’d best beware
She’ll fill you full of woe.
You go to church, confess your sin
And say your mind was sick
But the priest has heard it all before
And condemns you to Old Nick.