scArlet letter
Foreword:
the initial title of this poem was actually “slut like you” which i wrote almost a year ago inspired by a high class prostitute i saw while walking on the streets however i rephrased and changed it in accordance with the time, needs, emotions, feelings and new ideas. it’s inevitable that 7 out of 10 men cheat and so do women but women rarely get the backlash for their bad deeds and enjoy the perfect getaway. i think it’s not always right and wise to talk, write or sing about men always being the womanizer, women the feeble victim and labeling all men as the same. with that being said, with no offense this is called “scArlet letter.”
i can see you from a distance
covered in crystals and jewels
enticing, inviting studs or even fools
glamorous shimmering ball gowns
you’re not even sure if he’s the right one
yet every night is a masquerade party
it’s a good thing that you know how to get down and dirty in this infidelity
months and months of adultery
yet no one here even smells this kind of treachery
scratches on his back, hickeys around his neck
perilous night with a man-eater or a modern-day juliet
notched his name into your bedpost now who’s next?
young and beautiful, yet not worth dying for
you and your rakehell, what a scrumptious love affair
he doesn’t stand a chance against your dominion
even if he tries..then things quickly escalate to a bone of contention
these late night rendezvous are so thrilling, so exciting
risking it all for just a casual summer fling
even if you revert back you can’t barter, you can’t bargain everything
reciting and screaming allegory of true love or agony of a wicked temptress
mesmerized by knowing you in a biblical sense, now he’s not coming back to his senses
you’re spinning around on your achilles heel
you say you’d beg, borrow, steal and kill
but the question is, do you really mean it or is it some voodoo sorcery or trick?
miss promiscuous, some what voracious
a sigh of relief after a heart racing, shirt-tugging experience
visions of him leaving end with nitpicks and contentious
we watch your every sneaky move
is it too good to be true?
you think you know us but i bet you don’t
you think you’re adroit?
you think you’re the one this is about
haha, no honey, you’re not, it’s not
insipid smiles and a hint of emotional atrocities are enough to break the deadlock
patterns carried out for centuries, only the unlucky ones are caught
do you ever get scared of indecent disclosures?
all this pain and pleasures
what might happen if closed-door insights get exposed?
all this verity and hoax
do you ever fear god?
do you ever wonder if it’s worth it or not?
at the end of the day, these scArlets make me question myself and there’s no other thing i can currently think of
is there any true love left or is it just a con within the game of love?
Thank you for reading.
More poetry coming your way soon!!!!
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