Face Of Her Poem by Christan Bowen

unveil the face so my eyes may dance
and when im held in such a trance
I will give you tickets
to a jewelry store
what woman, do you think I keep you for?

suddenly the eye goes glancing down
to a bosom, so soft and round
the cut of the dress
would suggest
that my hand will caress
the one confessed

and her round eye begins
to detect what she calls sin
so she turns and learns
that money burns
like the soul of the accused
and she has lit the fuse