Eternal Run Poem by Jeremiah Prince

She is beautiful,
Voluptuous, seductive.
When I’m around her
I become more productive.

Is it love, is it
Lust, such desire?
Is it passion
Burning like a fire?

She’s like a snake,
Biting into my skin.
The maddening poison
Wakes the animal within.

I’m not the master.
I’m naught but a slave
To my raving desire.
Her body, I crave.

She teases, runs
Only heightening my lust.
I chase after, faster.
I’ve given her my trust.

She’s as a witch,
Manipulating me.
She makes me want to catch her
To want to set her free.

I run, still faster,
But get further away.
Am I never to be happy?
My passion, must she slay?

I sit in the dark,
But continue to run.
Though nearly hopeless now,
The chase proves to be fun.

I shall never surrender,
I’m a slave to my love.
I am always to want her,
Till I move on to above.