An Hourly Chore

Peering at gentle curves
a device to tempt the heart
locks cascade upon her bust
drawing out hollow men's lust
empty words and pleasantries spoken
hanging in the sterile air
like a surgeon she knows every inch of anatomy
with precision, a gentle touch, a caress
every operations, climatic success
self sacrificing to fill his void
leaving her emptier than before
her dreams are gone, out the door
what was meant to be is no more
she is trapped in her hourly rated chore.