Poetry
Predator.
Kash Baloch·February 14, 2013·Original
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The predator becomes the prey as I lie in wait for you to devour me, I have been waiting for this day.  

With each mouthful, you gain power over me, weaker with each word you say.  

A drop of my blood was all it took into your shark infested waters,

to make you crave the taste of me, I bite my lip as I am slaughtered.  

You were a carnivore from the start, a perfect match for me, a mere piece of meat,

wanting you to ingest me like the tastiest treat.

In the desert, I cut myself hoping you would catch my scent and notice me from above, it wasn't long before you circled me wanting to feast on me with your love.  

I never expected a vulture to take its time the way you did,

making me moan as you feasted on my bones, all of it worth the sacrifice to have you touch my skin.  

The predator becomes the prey as I lie in wait for you to devour me, I have been waiting for this da

With each mouthful, you gain power over me, weaker with each word you say.  

Lying in the savannah and its grasslands, I patiently await you and your pride

To begin hunting for kill, swallow me whole then make me your bride

Call me the queen of your jungle as your teeth sink into my raw hide

Safe from poachers and scavengers now that I found my way inside

Temperatures drop as we travel to the great white north, I swim up stream 

Unlike your cousins grizzly, brown and black, you were the clear leader of your team

You reach into the water and paw at me, invigorating me, I am now polar bare

Just one touch is enough to leave me breathless and gasping for air

The predator becomes the prey as I lie in wait for you to devour me, I have been waiting for this day

With each mouthful, you gain power over me, weaker with each word you say

“I never expected a vulture to take its time the way you did,”

— Predator.

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