31-Day Poem: Day Fifteen

Drawn by the Most Attractive Sin

Why should I be a wolf
and hunt prey wearing skirts?
What has she done to deserve me
and all of the inevitable hurts?

See how I look at her?
As if I need her in my bed?
As if I must caress each curve
and do to her what I’m led?

How is what we call romance
not a manipulation to this end?
Why is this romanticized game
the will to which we bend?

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