TEMPTATIONS

Ice cold tonic
To sizzle the tongue.
Sharpness of lemon
But no gin.
Surprised to find herself among
Those who abstain, though not
From sin.

The dice rattles
As the wheel spins.
One number on the red.
Good job she sacrificed
All those gins
And spent her cash
At the casino instead.

Just for a moment
Elation flows.
Regrets would come later
maybe,
But a handsome stranger
Just handed her a rose.
What price now her virginity?

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