The Worst Kind
Its ok
Hubby's on the blink.
She promises you
what you knead.
This insidious carrot-dangler
lures you deeper and deeper into
her crawdaddy world
with her crawdaddy charms and
crawdaddy wiles.
Whispering sweet nothings.
Making you Believe
that it's ok
to break
your principles
your values.
It's ok
to break the rules.
Shhhhhh, don't worry.
A thousand little betrayals
at her lacquered fingertips
to help crumble your foundation.
You jump through hoops on demand
because she is special.
You lurk in corners and cars
chatting up your
innermost thoughts and dreams.
Through cyberspace you feel her pain
commiserate and cry.
She paints a pretty picture.
This carrot-dangler takes your hand
in her crawdaddy claw and
leads you to ruin.
leads you to ruin.
Smiling sweetly all the while.
You've become an excellent
hoop jumper.
This internet fornication dance
intoxicating
dangerous.
This sweet carrot-dangler
setting her sights
waiting
until you are ripe enough
to spring the trap.
But then its too late, my dear.
You've been caught,
betrayed and
spit out.
By Lucya Kotelewec Lebid
@7 April 2011
"Love on the Internets"
"Love on the Internets"
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