The predator and the prey
July 21, 2010
11:50pm
She is unexpecting and sees him as a friend or someone to help pass the time
He is expecting to capitalize
She is having drinks and socializing
He is calculating risks and rewards of capitalizing
She laughs and smiles content with harvesting attention
He watches her eyes for any sign of weakness, content to play his role
She sees the physical prototype she was learned to like
He builds off the confidence of his last successful kill
She is youthful, untested, and naïve to his conniving tactics
He is seasoned, capable of taking down even the most ill-conceivable woman
She accepts his generosity as a boosting of her self-esteem
He inches closer to adding a tally to his tally sheet
She is secure in knowing she is independent
He is certain she needs what he has
She thinks like a lady
He acts like a savage
She wishes not to push him away thus begins to silently imagine the possibilities
He pounces, she has been got
She is the prey
He is a predator
This is a poem about men who prey on women. Men who get a creepy thrill and bumped their chest each time they prey on a vulnerable sometimes even married woman, and Women who provide a common ground for their female friends to mingle with their guy friends. The moral of this poem is to illustrate the differing perspective of the prideful modern man dealing with any woman. Further more, I have displayed my inner most thoughts and feelings about exposing yourself to the lure of nightlife, enticement of opposite sex friendship, and unfortunate results of ill-advised comfort. As I ponder, I am beginning to realize if it is a good thing I want, I will have to wait.
Opposites attract, but they hold you back?
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