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She Escapes Me

Poetry is turning out to be a very cathartic medium, I should do this more often.

Set the Mood

She had eyes that could burn holes through steel.

She had eyes that could burn holes through steel.

She came to me in my time of need,

Her heart was full with lustful greed.

Presenting her field that desired a seed,

“Your heart for mine,” was all I plead.


The room began to fill with emotion,

Carnal desires caused a commotion.

Sailed her body like I’d sail the ocean,

Only to find myself in position for demotion.


To her I was but a fine piece of meat,

A sweet snack and nice little treat.

She was but a trick, truly a cheat,

And she had placed me beneath her feet.


Screams of pleasure had filled my ears,

Deafened me to proof of my fears.

Thankfully she would never jeer,

But never could I hold her dear.


No, she went and was on her way,

Despite my begging to have her stay.

Wild by night, but a saint by day,

I’d yearn for when we’d once again play.

Let Her Go

There is a time in every man's life where he will come across a woman that he just cannot tame, nor should he even try to do so. Her beauty will encaptivate him, she will play with his every desire, and he will believe he has her right where he wants her. Then the tables will turn, and he'll realize she was the one who had him wrapped around her finger.

Boys, men, let these ladies run wild and free; you cannot contain the raw passions of those whom are masters of their own world.

Comments

Kyler J Falk (author) from Corona, CA on October 22, 2020:

I'm very happy the humor was not lost on you, and that you caught it almost as soon as you had said it. A castrated male named Shot, and on goes the innuendo train in my head, hahahaha!

Jason Nicolosi from AZ on October 22, 2020:

Haha ya, I know...I know. I wanted to correct that to "mares". But it would not let me. I was even was thinking about emailing you not to post that comment, so I could fix it with a new comment. But I figure what the heck, you'll get the idea. Btw, I used to own a horse. It was a male. It was castrated (so it was not a stallion) ha, ha. His name was Shot.

Kyler J Falk (author) from Corona, CA on October 22, 2020:

I'd hate to sour your praise with a jest, but I simply can't resist.

Seeing as it is 2020, I suppose it is accurate to say some women are wild stallions while others are mares. Then again, I was raised around horses and insensitive jokes so it may travel over your head or be beneath your tastes for humor. Either way, your praise and input is highly appreciated and made me smile.

Thanks for reading!

Jason Nicolosi from AZ on October 22, 2020:

Some women are like beautiful wild stallions. You want to ride them, but they are untamable. It's best to stay away and admire their beauty from a distance. That way you don't get thrown and hurt. Excellent poem. Great job Kyler.