The Immoral Woman Poem by Julius Saidu

Her stories I know
How she sweeps the flowers
With her scent
Her breeze, blows dead thorns fresh
Though good
It gives little life but takes it all
The immoral woman

Her stories I know
How her bed soft
Gently but a casket
How many men have laid there?
In her, she gives pleasures to any who seeks
She's soft all through but poisonous
Her touch brings souls closer to dead

The immoral woman
Known only by the wise
Though fools have heaped dead in her hands
She calls like a hen to her chicks
But no…..the chicks are eaten

I say her stories I know
How she lure men with her beauty
How she gives everything
But takes one thing
their soul
Have your ears open
Men - I call
The immoral woman is a dead cage
For he who asks for a night