Opaque face, 

gilt with the art of lust

desire used,

a product to consume

When lips smile,

as the grin swallows 

an  inch at a time,

the palpable loss 

to the soul

From sentient being 

to the cut price of flesh

Trick for the wheel, 

tolls for the pleasure

Bare to the world

Two sides to the pane

Eyes at your window 

Gilt with the art of lust.