I freeze

On my way to the shop at Kondele,
A lady approaches,
She is scantily dressed,
her breast merely visible
below the 'see me through' boob-top.
Exposing more than a saint should view
Her skirt barely covers her upper thighs.

I look at her and feel loose.
She has nothing to fear
She smiles looking at me in the eye,
I freeze.

‘Baby boy, we can talk.’ she says.
I hesitate and wants to leave
but the Lot's wife in my head says,
'Dont you see she's fine.'
I say ' Really? let's talk.'

She grabs me by the hands
and lead the way to the stairs.
soon we are upstairs,
And I am tasting the berries already.

She grabs my chest,
I pause
Then she says softly,
It is already 500bob.
I freeze.

I only have 50bob for milk,
yet I’ve scooped a premium butter.
Sudden warm sweat dots my face,
Not from the exercise,
But from shock.
Again, I freeze
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