The Three Whores: Envy, Lust and Fear

The first Whore is dressed in a symphony of green,
sporting pearls concealing the secrets of greed.
The harlot of envy will satisfy the vagabonds
requiring nothing but their contentment.
Leaving them never wanting, never happy,
willing to sacrifice for no one.
 
The second Whore is of cunning grace, efficient and creative,  
armed with sensuous weapons she never sheaths.
She will shake your bones and throttle your loins;
choking your being of all self-respect and
weaken your will from its core.
Seek the sanctuary between her legs and lose  
more than you ever knew you possessed.
 
The last slag is most merciless of fallen women.
She hides and spins through the halls of hope
dancing to the fearful whimpers.
She catches doubts with a butterfly net
then feeds them, watches them grow, and
releases the beast to devour your spine.
 
 
Through the meandering currents
under a moonless canvas
as we float ever closer to the sea
these...women, will venture a bite.
The weaker man is most vulnerable
therefore a feast is served for the three.
I watched them hoarding, around a body,
tearing a man from all to nothing
with their eyes wide, thriving on every bite.
 
I kept my distance, as any man would,
and hoped they didn't see or sense
the weakness that enshrouded me
as I saw the three Whores, feasting.