Successfully Alone

She knew her worth, she was no man’s whore.
A modestly dressed beauty, all deep green eyes
and a smile that made everyone smile with her.

Kind, gentle, with a double-edged intellect
Book smarter, people smartest, as she spoke
fear and/or admiration was the given response.

She knew her worth, she was no man’s whore.
To bat lashes and giggle, fiddle with hair and coo
was a dance she could do with disdainful expertise

To play the game, to strike, score, take home
some person to whom she had no true attraction
made her skin crawl and her stomach sick

She was no man’s whore, and she knew
Her intellect would never let her reconcile
The amnesia of logic for a one night stand

Hiding herself away to play the flirt was no choice
Being genuine, truly honest was too real for most
She settled for a cold bed, a vibrator in her cunt
Climaxing, crying for release that would never come