wicked

Honeyed words upon your lips
Merely to trap me as a fly
My ego stroked by every sound
My head swooning like a child’s
My vanity is now your prisoner
Each sentence of love
Sweet to my ear
I say
My husband does not notice me
Now you spin and weave
My every thought with glee
You want me
To unlock my treasure
To restore passions bloom
Upon my cheeks
But what of tomorrow
When the candles fade out
Shall I be soiled?
Mere gossip for your friends
Worse a harlot without love