She looks fragile and weak,
But, like the cheetah, she hunts,
The timing and speed of her attack
Leaves the prey spellbound…
And,
You swim in her intestine, romancing with her
Enzymes while she had some rest and wait for
Another man, in an endless vengeance of
Teasing, hunting, and reaping of hearts.
© 2011
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