She looks deep into me. <br />As if she wants to know me. <br />But all I know <br />is the men I have known...and so <br />all I can see is her lust for <br />the life that throbs <br />in the center of me. <br /> <br />Oh, the dissolution! <br />My breasts are ores <br />Wading <br />My hips brace <br />to escape <br />The Institution. <br />But why? <br />What waits for a lady <br />On the other side? <br />In another place? <br />A sunny day to shine <br />A rainy day to wash? <br />And the hope to awaken <br />Cleansed of the last dream? <br />The last life? <br /> <br />It matters not. <br />The hunt is on. <br />Predator knows not her victim <br />even in my sleep I chase <br />Honesty seeps through the lies in her eyes <br />revealing himself. <br />We have not come face-to-face before...now. <br /> <br />I like the woman's game. <br />No, I love IT. <br />I WANT IT. <br />I WILL IT. <br />I am convinced, <br />I will master and retire it. <br /> <br />I learn as I seek. <br /> <br />I stand behind lust and spy on game <br />to find her weaknesses. <br /> <br />I devour them. <br /> <br />Like the rabid beast <br />I keep coming <br />in the woman's game. <br /> <br />I release as I come. <br /> <br />But I would never gain her respect <br /> <br />Without respect, <br />we had nothing <br /> <br /> <br />by Jessica Holter <br />Author, Cancer of Love<br /><br />Jessica Holter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/will-it-5/
