On The Prowl

You see yourself

As a lion

Prowling

Hunting

Searching out your prey

Patient

At first

But it’s late now in the day

And your hunger

Is growing

Salivating at the prospect

You’re desperate

So desperate

You can’t hold back

There’s something carnal

And primal

You’re too weak to contain it

You move in

For the kill

Eyes fixed on your target

You pounce

 

 

But a nightclub

Is no savanna

Men are not lions

Women are not prey

Their flesh is not ours to take

However they may dress

However amorous you think them to be

Whatever signals you believe to see

If they don’t say yes

They’re not playing ‘hard to get’

They just don’t fucking want it

 

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