A wicked woman
~* Wicked Women *~
Sometimes I wonder why men put up with women.
Somehow women trap men
In their wicked webs of desire and deceit.
Why do they let themselves fall into the sinful snare
That she has woven of sticky softness?
Is it the innate insidious need for something?
The quest for their lost half?
Maybe its the need to merge
Into another.
Or ... is it just stupidity?
Patently and pitifully he searches.
Only too late
Does he realize his mistake.
Clearly her mendacity
Blinds and binds him
To the abhorrent truth
That ... she ... could have been ... his ... captive.
A wicked woman
~* Wicked Women *~
Sometimes I wonder why men put up with women.
Somehow women trap men
In their wicked webs of desire and deceit.
Why do they let themselves fall into the sinful snare
That she has woven of sticky softness?
Is it the innate insidious need for something?
The quest for their lost half?
Maybe its the need to merge
Into another.
Or ... is it just stupidity?
Patently and pitifully he searches.
Only too late
Does he realize his mistake.
Clearly her mendacity
Blinds and binds him
To the abhorrent truth
That ... she ... could have been ... his ... captive.