POEM - My Lady, The Fighter

Lust is like a battleground.
True love is more a duel.
She'll strike your heart, before your head,
and there you'll stand a fool.

My compliments she parried,
and next she blocked my wits,
left me on my wrong-foot,
and that's when her beauty hits.

Her strikes are never fatal,
They'll never make me bleed.
But they'll keep coming till I'm breathless,
Down begging on my knees.

Finally she'll whisper,
"You know I do love you",
So I'll rise strong, up to my feet,
And get ready for Round Two.

Copyright Lee Douglas, September 2011, All Rights Reserved

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raciniwa 5 years ago from Naga City, Cebu

i find your poem funny, but i know there's a hint of truth in it...men caught off guard unaware...great poem...

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