The Warrior Woman Poem by froode alv

The Warrior Woman



She jogged and ran
she hit that bag of
sand
in her eyes
the pounding glare of a
lions mind
and when she kissed
my aching lips
i knew she`d tare
and rip
my fragile heart
would feel the
grip
of iron claws
and sharpend teeth
and I
am sad to say
I guess I`m just
her daily dish of prey

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bill Thomas 08 February 2008

Mmmmmm - been there... thank you

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