On the Other Hand

--- a cheating sonnet ---

On nights alone, my perfume flows behind
While eyes betray they're bent from wolfish stare.
Two hips confide the jewel which seeks the air
To grasp the hearts of carefree boys so kind.

A den of liars, cheats and thieves feels good
As shivers run between my legs quite vile.
To ribald smirks, a wink returns my smile
As Hesitation wonders if he should.

I'm dressed with promises so decadent,
He stands erect and takes me with a glance.
My nipples tingle when they're brushed by chance,
I make his hand quite wet with my intent.

To find a love like this, I move my ring
From this hand to the other for my fling.