on her warpaint and titivates her hair;
tonight the town turns red, a vanity fair –
glitz and glam, a faint splash –
of lunacy for luck.
Nights like these everyone is game for the hunt:
Untamed, bewildering – promise fills the heavens:
Meddling prospects prowl. Entrees on my menu,
Buckshot desires – it’s about to go down.
She leaves little to wonder,
solicitous to the needs and wants of his sport.
Adventure suffocates caution so
getting white girl wasted with
my bitches xoxo
Odin made fair of his plans.
Poseidon blessed his nets.
Perhaps the gods regret as he
Regresses freewill into a form of
Entrapment – the
Stage is set
Subdue the jeers.
He unravels the matrix of her biology,
Erodes the fabric of her disposition,
As he abolished protest,
she found her moon.
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