Addiction

A greasy merchant grins
At a lovely young lady in white.
He licks his lips in sin
And says her location is right.
"What have I here for a damsel
Like yourself? See all the trinkets
On display upon my shelf."
Her fingers that were sent
To town to fetch a loaf
Are diverted by his sash
And the language he emotes.
Then raising up her eyes
From beneath their trusting lashes,
She motions with her hand,
"I'll take both.
Mother will be mad that I am late,
But mother can wait."