I know woman.
Her definition is hardwired in my body cells-
Like quarry knows it’s natural predator.
She, in reality exists only as a tamed counterfeit
of the woman that flows in my blood.
I, all my life, have been a seeker
of this perfect predator in the real world.
I dream of,
Her jaws closing on my necks,
In that moment of orgasmic ecstasy,
When death reveals to life it’s full worth,
Our eyes meet one last time,
And, I thank my killer for choosing me...
-Pulastya
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