They went out to wine and dine He charmed her with his flattery fine Pretty and carefree, she seemed shy, yet bold Her mind on what he can get her… dresses, dinner, maybe gold. The drinks were served, the oldest wine He went on to fake an enjoyment divine She had a glass…one more… a few. Confessed with eyes downcast, this to her, was new Good food, fancy restaurants and shiny platters She said she was illiterate in such matters. So naïve, he thought in today’s age and day Such a perfect candidate for an easy lay Victory, he thought, with half a smile Another feather in his cap, another walked mile He ordered the high priced number 68. She said softly she did not mind staying late. So gullible, she thought, as she smiled at him Women, they can fleece any man at whim. A smile, a touch… one held gaze One sweet word can start a craze. “I’ll keep her around, till I find someone hot.” While her, “He’ll do for a weekend’s spot. Games, oh games… Such a perfect match Neither ready to give, only all set to snatch Soon enough, they’d scout for a fresher batch. For now, each had their perfect catch.