In Plain Sight

In my mind,

you're mine

for the taking

Your mind

Is mine for breaking

Perfect trophy

Mothering hips

Wanton lips

I see past

The polite

The refusals

Pert delight

In my crosshairs

I ready my snare

Sweet and honeyed

Words of sincerity

Glimmer of truth

Exuding confidence

In a one-two punch

With patented fragility

Modest to a fault

No warning given

Insidious but slick

Mentally arresting

But charming

In my lair

You give up

So much of you

For so little of me

My grip tightens

Around your throat

Legalities and morals

Forgotten, ignored

Daylight robbery

Becomes

Statutory rape

Where coercion

Replaces care

A thorn

By any other name

Would be

Just as deceptive

The drop in façade

Then it happens

A debonair shagger

Abuser in plain sight

Revered as the man

Applauded for

His hunter's skills

With no feeling given

To the deer

In his sights

Unaware at first

Twitching

In fear

Once caught

Trapped

Bound

Punished for her trust

The poor victim

Of his devices

Devious and sadistic

The deer, his prey

Still twitching

Beneath his grin

The game is done

The game is won

And the woods

Fell silent

Again.

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Thanks for reading!

Author's Notes: I fell asleep and missed the deadline for the Poetry of the Hunt challenge. Oh well. Here it is, what would have been my third entry.

Goes without saying, I hope, but I don't share the views in the first half of the poem. I was obviously taking on the role of a different type of predator. A more terrifying type.