She vituperates me until I fall to
my knees
As though she desires a prayer for
the prey.
A mistress of mine, she is not, just
a tease.
Still, I court her every day.
Sometimes I think we’re in love,
But I clearly know that’s not the
case.
Like a python she kills when she
hugs,
But her spell resurrects me with
haste.
The strange thing about it all
Is that I’ve never seen her looks.
Our tryst is as mysterious as a
cabal.
I only feel her presence, crannies
and nooks.
She is no good for me;
I know that for a fact.
A thought of her, I start trembling,
And my heart thumps madly as if
being attacked.
My life’s not right whenever she’s
around,
But her mouth hums the commonsense
out of my ears.
People wonder why I’d be attracted
to this woman who puts me down.
I tell’em, I do all of this for the
love of…Fear.
