But still she sits on her velvet purse

Have you ever felt like a puppet on a string
Controlled by a woman's whim?
And even though you try to run, and you try to hide.
It sure feels like you can't get off the roller coaster ride?
Then before you know it you are caught in her web,
And in the pit of your stomach you have a feeling of dread,
At first you are amused
but it's not long before you feel utterly confused
Because she sits on her virgin velvet purse,
And you begin to wonder if indeed you are cursed
If this is you here is my advice
Think twice
And as fast as you can run for cover
If you detect any of the following with your lover
Firstly, She will cunningly play the game
(that's called Dating for want of a better name)
By wooing you with her feminine guile
And put you on trial
Hiding her true intentions behind her sweet smile
Saying ever so nicely I need to trust you first.
So, you try ever so hard to please you fear you will burst.
But still she sits on her velvet purse,
You begin to wonder if indeed you are cursed
Second She will play the dating game
With beach walks, wining, and dining,
and text messages galore.
You hope she may soon let you grace her door.
But alas her chastity proclaims loud and clear
She is not a Whore.
Rather she is a God's police obeying societies law.
Nevertheless you try even harder to prove your merit.
Your feelings matters naught so just grin and bear it!
But still she sits on her velvet purse,
You begin to wonder if indeed you are cursed.
Third She will string you along,
making you jig to the tune of her song.
And her beguiling smile will have you believing she is so sweet and innocent.
Making you prove your worth until she is sure one hundred percent.
But still she sits on her velvet purse,
You begin to wonder if indeed you are cursed
Fourth She will have you dancing like a puppet on a string.
Because although her objective may not be a wedding ring
She loves the power of leading you on, and treating you mean
Because that will surely keep you keen.
Putting it crudely; she doesn't give a fuck,
And if you are wanting sincerity you are definitely out of luck.
Because she has the temerity to use you to boost her self-esteem.
And she feels mighty powerful rather like a cat who licked the cream.
But still she sits on her velvet purse,
You begin to wonder if indeed you are cursed
Fifth She gets so much power from fickle flirting
It does not matter if your balls are hurting
Because her ego feeds on her ability
To enchant you with her come hither eyes.
Which she cunningly uses as her disguise
to merrily betray your trust and tell you lies.
Then your mind and body she will pretend to idolize,
Because she knows fickle flattery will be your demise.
But still she sits on her velvet purse,
You begin to wonder if indeed you are cursed
Sixth She will also use her well-rehearsed charm,
and her feminine cunning to not only disarm,
but to lull you into believing she thinks you're grand.
Then ever so subtly she will make yet another demand.
But the cold hard facts are she does not give a toss!
Because all she needs is to win you at any cost.
It does not matter how many friends she has lost.
As long as the feels she is the boss.
Even when her deceit and lies are eventually revealed,
And her true colours can no longer be concealed.
She will point the finger, and act so sincere
in her desperate attempt to appear austere.
But still she sits on her velvet purse,
You begin to wonder if indeed you are cursed
Seventh She is self- serving, and she sure can deceive
The many unfortunate gullible men who mistakenly believe
That she is open warm-hearted, loving, and loyal.
Unfortunately, she uses her charm as a foil
And if by chance you dare to rattle her cage
You will definitely bear the brunt of her self-righteous rage,
Luckily for you her default setting she unwittingly exposes
Which you now realize is definitely no bed of roses.
In fact your relationship is built on false pretences,
But hopefully it won't take you too long to come to your senses.
And although at first you may feel angered by her sweet deceit
And all you want to do is make a hasty retreat.
Eventually however, I trust you will see it as a gift
When you understand the reasons why you feel so damned miffed.
The reality is that behind that charming smile,
She is not only very needy but also, her ego is extremely fragile.
And although she appears to be self-assured, and oozes confidence.
I need to say in her defence.
It is all just to camouflage
Her feelings of inadequacy are in fact quite large.
Also, most likely her journey from childhood onwards has been tough.
Making her believe she is never enough,
Also probably it is true that from birth
She has been taught to milk the gravy train for all it's worth
But still she sits on her velvet purse,
You begin to wonder if indeed you are cursed
Eighth She knows she is sitting on a gold mine!.
So, she uses bribery and cajoling to make you toe the line
Because dishing out her sexual favours keeps you controlled.
Thus, making it impossible for true intimacy to unfold.
Then before long you discover you are under her thumb.
So often you resort to Mrs Palmer and her 5 daughters to cum.
Obviously you have tried everything under the sun
But hopefully slowly but surely she will fall from grace
Because when the pennies fall into place
You realise she is she self-obsessed
And needs to stay in control to think she has won
So she will shoot you down with her gun.
If you have been caught in her web woven of bright colourful hue.
Remember the lesson is a gift because that's all we can ever do.
Please don't get in a tis
Or think you are going insane
Because the good news is
With luck you have wised up to her game
So you won’t be caught again.
Because she may lure you with promises of her velvet purse
But now you know succumbing to bribery is a curse.
Now that I have your attention
There is more stuff I would like to mention
Tell Me
As a woman I am trying to understand
Why so many of my sisters seem to lead men on a merry dance?
Tell me: Do the above words ring true for you by any chance?
Because I am very curious
If it's happened to you does it make you furious?
Tell me: What would you suggest is there better way to behave?
Will men always retreat to their cave
When women manipulate and deceive?
Tell me, I don’t know when the idea was conceived
But does playing hard to get
and treat men mean keep‘em keen?
Tell me: And will that tactic gain the man's respect?
How can men and women keep communication clear?
I wonder men if you can help me here?
Tell me: Are you content to play this game?
Do you think it is a crying shame
When man meets girl all is not transparent
Instead, the game of pretend is apparent?
Tell me: Where does honesty and integrity fit in this mould?
As they say all that glitters is not gold
It seems to me the glitter will quickly disappear.
Because dishonesty soon leads to mistrust and fear.
And as I believe fear and love cannot co-exist
It seems apparent there is something I have missed?
Tell me: Between you and me and the gate post
I think a sisters betrayal hurts me the most
And I wonder is being in competition a must?
Is that why some women betray another woman's trust?.
Tell me: When their sister is bruised, hurting, and vulnerable.
Why do some women pretend to be honourable?
Tell me: Deep down in their core.
Are they afraid they will be branded A Whore?
Hence keeping their sexuality from view
Because being a Gods Police is the right and proper thing to do?
Tell me: Is that why they resort to dishonest behaviour as a default setting?
Conveniently forgetting integrity and honesty?.
Tell me: Do they refuse to face the truth.
That we are all sexual being at our roots?
Tell me: Somewhere along the way did some women forget to trust
That wired into our DNA is sex and lust?
Tell me: Have these women forgotten that like the whales migrating North
They too have an inner compass to guide them forth?
And just as the river to the ocean keeps flowing
We too can heed our innate knowing?
Tell me: To stop my monkey mind, and this rant and rave
Because truth be told from birth that’s how some women are taught to behave.
That’s most likely why so many blokes retreat to their cave