The Price of Desire

She offers every style, a practiced art, Yet behind the pleasure, beats a guarded heart. Greedy for money, hungry for more, A dance of lust behind a closed door. She urges pills to fuel the night, Demands her pleasure, claims her right. No space to breathe, no time to rest, A game of passion, a costly test. One round given, the next day’s due, A price to pay for a moment’s view. What lies beneath this fleeting fire? A story of want, of lost desire. Next time you see her, heed the call, Not every pleasure is worth the fall. Run from the hunger that leaves you bare, Seek a love that’s true and fair.