Entrapment

There is a minority force out there one of evil and intent disguised by enchantment and empathy, within surging tides of coercion steers one’s ever defiling poetry of the predator, those that crave to share one’s shadow and constantly demand on return a challenge to please one. Yet with words created in a cynical brief of heartlessness from gardens of perversity, cultivated in domains of lies, untruth, when a trigger-happy progression of rapidness perfumed in eloquent penetration aimed at one’s very soul. Every word every stanza to tug at the recipient being delivered in poetry humaneness, inflicting the aroma of fragrance to entice gullibility before the enforcement to the nurtured of a mature kind, and the eventual trial of tempting innuendoes. With defloration complete, here one reaches the pivot of reaction the highway crossroads of decision, a last chance to tread the right road some will, some will not those to fall into another’s perverted obscenity to be ensnared, then scarred for life! © Harry J Horsman 2013