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there was no teaching her the rules of the world
by Ava Blu
she spoke
with her fingers dancing like silk around your thighs
she meant to be disarming
and would never be apologetic for it
she walked with intent,
forever three steps ahead
and you would lurk 5 steps behind
just to glimpse her face
there was no missed education here,
no foul play
she wore a sign that read
beware
which drove you closer there
she waited for you to round the corner
ready to strike
and you would be left a victim
by your own standards of life
you tell me now the story of how your passion was drained
and I remind you of what could never have been gained
it wasnt the bloodlust in her eyes you craved
nor the smirk upon her face
it was always the hunt,
the rare occasion of finding someone you couldnt tame
dont whisper in my ear
hoping sympathy will work on me
Im just like her, a predator
working on my game
she wont remember you,
youll never accept it,
yet youve already forgotten my name.
12/02/2006 Author's Note:
you can't teach an old bitch new tricks
but I bet you're having fun with the leftovers
Posted on 12/04/2006
Copyright © 2025 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/04/06 at 04:07 AM Be afraid, eh? I know I am. Brilliant, perfect work. |
| Posted by Katerina T Nix on 12/06/06 at 12:36 AM A great read, Jeanna. Well done. Thank you for sharing this piece. -Kat :) |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 12/06/06 at 04:31 AM Wow... I really dig this one. I mean... Even more than usual... ;o) |
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