If This Is Love, Is It Worth It?
I, innocent,
exist not to be chaste
but to be chased;
I am the prey, the hunted,
and you, my dear predator,
hunt me down
until I let you catch me.
You, innocent,
exist not to be chased
but to be chaste;
You are the predator, hunter,
and I, your dearest prey,
await your prowess
until I let you catch me.
If hunt is worthy, loving match
and I am yours, a noble catch,
will you devour me
with all your passion's flow
as I adore just you with mine?
Will you unloose me to the raging wild,
be sought by hunter of another name
and let you go to seek some wilder game?
If the Game is Love
and worth the fight,
when I resist
and you persist,
and I give in
to your request,
will you be satisfied
you have the best
and seek no other willing prey
to share your hunter's loving way?
Our fires burn with an eternal flame
replenished by the hunt each day renewed,
We, predator and prey, in loving game
where one the wooer other one the wooed.
Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
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Written on 2007-05-07 at 19:27
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