You watched me through the cameras
like Big Brother, over his inhabitants.
Your eyes melting at the site of my curves,
my legs crossed, intertwining around your soul of damnation.
You couldn't help yourself, it was only habit.
A constant cycle never to be broken,
just because of the one that got away.
You jumped at me like a hawk, catching its prey.
Only for me to submit at the sight of your badge.
The gold ornament that you used to your advantage,
shining like the North Star against your dull character.
A fish on a lure; I was dragged to the surface,
breaking my voice, depleting my air.
Your soft rose petal lips brushed against my neck,
as the waft of musky male fragrance filled my nares.
The venom seeping into my pores
It was fiberglass cutting through my veins ... a nanosecond of pleasure
turned to gut wrenching abuse.
Your hands explored my things, and as I realized that I began to spin...
spin.... spin...
Like a spool of thread I spun in an office chair
falling down ... down ... down... to wonderland.
Praying to the gods of feminism, I stopped.
Absentmindedly, I stood up.
The next one to get away.
