Quick Whim Mode

Access to a treasure chest!
Quality shown but goes unknown...
To the one fed sweetened snacks
By another prone,
To keep those off track!
Those who are lured...
From the safety of their nestling sacks.
Sneaking with a creep,
Who is envious of that!
A two bit con with a game going on.
Charming and preying until dawn.
Satisfying the insatiable lust...
Of one in quick whim mode!
Disregarding trust.
To return to the 'gem' at home,
With a prepared lie that's told!
Just to get tricked for the hell of it!
To please the urges of a freelancing libido.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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