A twisted game of thoughts and words -
a spoil of broken dreams,
The certain uncertainty sure to come
of impulses bursting all seams.
Watching intently with growing lust -
taunting intentionally with fire,
a seductive play of raging will -
stroking the beast of desire.
Caged she is - but scopes the same -
though hunter she may be all wrong,
and the prey that she secretly hunts
is hunting her all along.