Just a Game
What is love, is it just a game?
Use love for sex, the male view;
Sex for love, what women do.
Poor and rich, no one and the fame.
Have used this ploy, three times this year.
For me, the game is the hunt,
Stalk the prey, the prize cunt.
Look back the road, guilty fear.
The first this year, way to easy.
This was a fox down in six,
Just wingman and dinner mix,
A one night stand, just too cheesy.
The second was a tennis pro.
But alas, the kill first night.
Limp along, relations might
Sate the beast, need new blood, grow.
The next was one, an L.E.O.
Again, the first night a kill.
This one, no gazelle, no thrill.
Walked away, left taint though.
Stalk in the summer, search for food.
The game is leaving the pool
And now, is starting to cool.
Hibernation is now my mood.
I keep a wary eye around.
Seeing blood flock by my den,
Biding my time to begin
The next game, the thrill to abound.
I hunt you now from the depths of my mind,
Dreaming of summer and the games next time.
10.21.04
Use love for sex, the male view;
Sex for love, what women do.
Poor and rich, no one and the fame.
Have used this ploy, three times this year.
For me, the game is the hunt,
Stalk the prey, the prize cunt.
Look back the road, guilty fear.
The first this year, way to easy.
This was a fox down in six,
Just wingman and dinner mix,
A one night stand, just too cheesy.
The second was a tennis pro.
But alas, the kill first night.
Limp along, relations might
Sate the beast, need new blood, grow.
The next was one, an L.E.O.
Again, the first night a kill.
This one, no gazelle, no thrill.
Walked away, left taint though.
Stalk in the summer, search for food.
The game is leaving the pool
And now, is starting to cool.
Hibernation is now my mood.
I keep a wary eye around.
Seeing blood flock by my den,
Biding my time to begin
The next game, the thrill to abound.
I hunt you now from the depths of my mind,
Dreaming of summer and the games next time.
10.21.04
posted by Earth Rooster at 10:53 PM
6 Comments:
Ah, the wingman. Story of my life. During the summer, anyway.
Well..Never looked at it this way thru a mans eye's. Liked the poam, gave me some thought's on what not to do.
Thank you for your comments.
d - for me, it is not something that you can or can not do. It is in the challenge of the hunt for me and the stalking of the prey. That was the essence of this poem. Three easy kills for the summer. It was really no fun at all.
I love this poem, Smitten Kitten. But not all women use sex for love. ;)
ll - Can I count on you for sex, just for sex sake?
Pretty interesting poem. I'll have to agree with LL, not all of us use sex for love.
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