Caught in a trap

Perched on the stool, sipping her drink,
Catching his eye, she’s sure that he winked,
She smiles seductively towards his way,
Will today be the day he becomes her prey?

His every movement she’d watched for weeks,
Charismatic ways, women fell at his feet,
With the gift of the gab he can work a crowd,
That twinkle in his eye shows that he’s proud.

Within a few moments, he’s standing by her side,
Holding the most expensive bottle of wine,
Clinking their glasses he makes a toast,
But she’s not stupid she knows its just a boast.

Revealing he’s not married and hasn’t any kids
He holds up his left hand, says he wouldn’t fib,
No wedding ring is seen his words she can’t believe,
But still she stays seated, no attempt to get up and leave.

Fending of his advances, as he leans in for the kill,
Showing it's pretty obvious he’s in it for the thrill,
Next he makes an offer, causing her to blush,
Standing up to leave, she tells him she’s in a rush.

Now she has the evidence she’ll deliver it with the bill,
And when her client see it, she’ll know that it's for real,
This wife’s instincts that her husband was doing wrong,
Months of infidelity, had gone on for far too long.

They book her as a “honey trap” to catch their partners out,
For some it's money well spent, this she’s in no doubt,
Though she gets excitement from the job she’s paid to do,
She also feels much sadness, being the bearer of bad news.