Like a predatory Beast it comes for me making me someone I would never be
Crimson honey drips from my tongue it's claws digging in now I've nowhere to run
Now the fever overtakes me as she falls prey to my lies unwittingly she invites me to move between her thighs
Passion overtakes us we begin to convulse as one she gives in to her exhaustion and now we are done
Like a thief with his treasure I then slip away what demon inside me has made me this way
I eye my reflection and exclaime '' I won't do this again"! "I'll be a better man, I refuse to give in"!
Then she walks by and the Beast turns and grins I am then lost to his power as the next hunt begins
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- Comment from author about the poem: When Love eludes us do our own thoughts betray our true nature and make us something we're not or something we've always been but strive not to be?
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Thanks Kat your words always make me smile.
I believe love and lust are powerful, even primal emotions, I do think they can make us act impulsively and out of character
That is so true but unfortunately in my youth I used it like a weapon satisfying my wants by preying on women's emotional needs. I look back now and see myself as a monster.
It\'s good you can acknowledge it and be honest! A monster wouldn't be so remorseful. Very strong and refreshing, it reflects in your poem.
We were all very different people in youth I\'m sure.
Who among men and women have not succumbed to the calling of Lady or Mr. Lust? And at the time, not thoroughly enjoyed the indulgence, if it was one of mutual consent? You describe lust and the power it has over us so well.
Thank you I am glad you enjoyed it. Both the poem and the experience. Lol
Run for your life next time.
LMAO I'm getting to old to run and to old for a next time. But thanks for the sound advice.
Very powerful write - thank you 😊
Thanks to you also. BTW was that cake good. Makes me want cake...
Thank you so much I value your opinion I had a dream and when I awoke I had to write this but I believe your piece Midnight Freak had some influence on it as I read it several times yesterday.
Thankfull Yours,
M
We are all victims of our genetic coding to procreate. Our two strongest instincts self preservation and procreation. Our civilization today is ruled by them. Sex and violence. Great reflection on our plight.
It doesn't help that society starts shoving sex down the throats of our children by the time they turn five.
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