A Woman’s Test

A woman is a professional at what she does, wired for more over any man’s lust.

She lives, breaths and functions as a shape shifter of the day.

So full of societal sweetness, worldly beauty and honed lessons she has learned along the way.

She is what you’ve been taught to believe, kind, innocent, sexy and smart.

Just the right mix of tantalus purity and dangerous remark.

Somehow she chooses the perfect recipe and drink for serving.

Tailored to each man hanging in hope, waiting to select the one most yearning.

Years, decades, death worthy memories solid in love.

Which instrument of seduction will it be to shoot like a dove?

What card in the deck of relationship status quo, will bring this marriage to the greatest low?

Will it be spoiled with gifts, trinkets and chores done out of love?

Providing and nurturing as the world painted women deserving of.

For the lady of the world must be treated with ease, her mind busy as a hive of bees.

Snuggled in marriage she is safe, while her mind might grow weary of time, love and peace.

Will it be a coworker ready with shoulder when time of struggle occurs? Slightly jolting her human empathy and opening her to further non preserve.

That time you forgot to finish a chore and that coworker was standing at her door.

Will it be a friend from the past now caught up in a coincidental passing?

Blaming fate and the universe for any action deliberately taken.

Allowing memories to flood in without checked at the door, will she step down from her loft and become a common whore?

Using time and emotion to close that time of past, maybe even breaking the good conscience with a half full flask.

Will it be that wearisome span of time that any two people experience, the test of being in love might downgrade to remaining because, love.

I’m not in love with you anymore, you annoy me, you never told me about that is the roulette of choice.

There will always be an excuse with certain kinds of the slithery breed.

Inventing a reason to step out of the weeds.

Dragging demons of a tainted past, conjuring reasons to provide someone a piece of ass.

Great are they that have the pure, able to live life without a blur.

Women are human, vulnerable the same, even including that faithful shame.

What time or day in her life does it come calling?

Will it ever, as there is always someone willing.

Jodie brings dinner on a busy night.

Jodie just happenstance in a pitiful sight.

Jodie provides for kids, mowing the yard and fixing broken things.

Jodie borrows that good ol cup of sugar pushing the threshold of nice.

He waits for the right time to see the walls come crashing and borrows that sugar along with spice.

Will age and flesh usage be a concern? When the urges of below are extremely in urge?

Stories of unfaithful others circle his mind, surely he thinks, that would never be mine.

A woman is special in every way. It is her game and chooses who can play.

Men must trust as women are not all this way, trust is all they have at the end of each day.

Thank you to those that have a good heart, preventing families from being ripped apart. Children not sad and without a dad.

Men that can depend on such a rare species, trust and depend until the very end.