November 12, 2012

the strut

Movement as silent as a thief,
Igniting eyes, they burn a reef.
Starts sprinting madly in high heels.
Surrender's close, so are the kills!

Fear is long gone, she poses wild,
Over her shoulder she smiles mild:
"Run, dear! You've nowhere to hide!"
Trembles of hearts are set aside,
Uncovered fears about to arise.
None of the others could foresee
Elusive pain wrapped in a love spree.