"the leashed"

By T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova

Sun, 30 May 2010

watching, dirty eyed
red glances of seduction
masks firmly in place

chemicals bubble
in fluted hopeful desire
lures with alluring

soft poetic words
surrounded with silky long
male minds bathe in sex

predator mode calls
this sweet meal served before him
entwines the male drive

frenzied to depart
arousal kills self control
checkmate from afar

his game now over
the triumphant soldier stands
collects the trophy
chess pieces back in the box
he swiftly leaves with the leashed