I   WILL   WIN

 

WHO  ARE  THEY  THESE  JEZABELLES  OF  THE  NET

JUST    TRACES   OF   LONLINESS   &   FRET

                 ~ OF PAST LOVES HELD ~

TATTERED   SHREDS   OF   A   LIFE   THEY   KNEW   NOW   FELLED

~   &    SURF   THEY   DO   ~

                                UNTILL   THEY   FIND   ~    KINDRED   SOULS   OF   A   DIFFERENT   KIND  

~     WOLVES   ~

OF   SEX   AND   PLAY   AND   OTHER   WAY’S

TO   FOOL   THEIR   TROUBLED   MINDS

AND   KEEP   THEIR   FEARS   AT   BAY

~    BUT    WHERE   THEN   ~

INTO   THE   UNIVERSE   OF   TIME

                                AND   INTO   MY   WORLD   OF   HOPE   AND   TRUST

~    SUBLIME   ~

TO   LURE   MY   LOVE   INTO   THEIR   WEB

A   DEEP   &   TANGLED   WHORING   BED

WITH   PROMISES   THEY   CANNOT   KEEP

THEY   HERD   &   PLAY   &   RUN   LIKE   SHEEP

~   BUT   I   WILL   WIN   ~

                                AND STEER HIM BACK      ~      FROM THE WOLVES

                                                     AND      THEN

                                INVITE    RETURN  ~   TO    MY    DEN

                                AND HE WILL FALL ON SILKEN SHIETHS

                                AND FEATHER SOFT PILLOWS

                                OF MILK WHITE BREASTS AND FEED

AND DEVOUR ME WITH HIS THRUSTS

              ~    AND I WILL WIN   ~

        AND IMPRISON HIM IN LUST

                                                                                                SHERIDAN   KAYE    14/02/2011