Perfect Imperfections

Every man wants an uncorrupted woman
But one in three or four men
Chases the corrupted woman
Behind the back of the uncorrupted woman
Fervent implorations bouncing off lips
Quick to search and swear
Words spelling out the furtive lechery
Of the body’s lascivious desires
Invalidating the ink
That signed away
Your heart in celebrated
Till death do us part grandeur
Every woman wants a perfect man
But one in every three or four women
Chases the imperfect man
Behind the back of the perfect man
Facial glow revealing
The hottest contents of an amoral heart
Conscience succumbing
To the passionate fervour
Of a polished thigh
That corrupts the vows
Of a solemn tongue,
Depraved whispers
From the seat of immorality
Declaring how the treasure
That you are is too big
For the pleasure of one man.