Vulnerability

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My hands
Soft and delicate, like Lolita’s-
Reel him in

His eyes
A storm brewing beneath the lids-
Zero in on my vulnerability

He is my predator
And I am his prey

I try to run away
But planted on the ground
My feet firmly stay

There’s no escaping
His passion
His obsession
His hunger for me

He is my predator
And I am his prey





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