Taken To The Cleaners Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Role reversal takes rake by surprise.
Chips down, chipper chaser's chased. Heart aches.
Stakes down, he ups the ante, thereby tries
to flee from trap she sets with sapphire lakes
whose beams are bait, placate to circumsize
escape attempts. Net tightens, instinct based.
Dynamite from unsolicited sighs
smoulders first, then bursts as lust replaced
in context hunt and hunter, two soft eyes
turn tables. Taken to the cleaners, haste
finds calculations quite awry and cries
foul as pride kneels down to whim's trim waist.
Anticipations sweeten exercise,
add spice to life as Cupid's dart's encased
in heart that trap discovers just to late,
with man, bereft of wits, left to dire fate.