I’m a terrible woman really.

I see you standing there,

All weak and vulnerable,

Like a handsome man

Prone to corruption,

And susceptible to the temptation

Of money and attractive women.

And do you know what I go and do?

I put on a red dress and lipstick,

Drop a wad of cash beside you,

Bend over, pick it up, slip it in my bra,

And give you a wink.

And if I weren’t just like you,

I would know to cover up a little

As I pass you by.

But I love a man

who doesn’t know

just how weak he is.

I love a man still possessed

By the delusions given him

By a thousand women like me

Before.

I love him

because I still

Don’t have the strength to say no.

by Siobhan Boland

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