A Willing Prey Poem by Jessel Jane Tevar Toring

As if a hungry lion could tell a lamb
to stay away and run,
I could not to you.
How could I? I need you.
But needing you means leaving you none-
taking away your heartbeat
till you can breathe no more.

As a deadly snake could not turn away
from a helpless child,
I could not from you;
For how could I? I want you.
But wanting you means wanting you tied
to the wide chasm of eternal sleep
till you can dream no more.

Should a destroying angel pass by the soul
so eager to be kissed by the lips of death?
I wish I could, but not to you.
How could I? I love you...
Yet I may be needing you, wanting you,
loving you... to hurt you after all.