English: African Lion and Eland Antelope skeleton diorama to be displayed in the Museum of Osteology. Photo by Jay Villemarette (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
So hear
You know I am already a fool
When it comes to you
I stalk you like a haunter
A haunter ill-prepared
To apprehend the victim
So that each time
I come close to you
I am all amped up
Adrenaline pouring through my blood
As I prepare to hop on you
And claim you for myself
But at the climax of my anxiety
I am reminded that
There really is no way to bring it through
This lack makes me burn hotter with sickening desire
For a moment
You look in my direction
Just in time to see me on fire
Oh darn! I reek of burns
I try to run away
But the trail of smoke betrays me wickedly
You try to reach for me
But, again, I think
What will be the end to it
What happens after you catch up to me
Stand and stare me in the face
So I run
Adrenaline oozing through my sweat
A strong pheromone
On someone dreading attention
And you chase me
Why you do I don’t know
But I won’t even dare to ask that
If and when you should catch up with me
I just run
Like a foolish lion
Who faced a horned antelope
To discover late
That he hadn’t grown any tooth or claw!
I Feel Shadows 
excellent piece
Sharply encouraging comment.
Glad you enjoyed it.
That was some great imagery mixed with some very nice prose into a hauntingly steamy soup. Too bad you don’t have teeth. I am going to eat it all.
It’s much appreciated when someone like you appreciates a piece like this. I do appreciate your appreciation.
I do hope you have at least the two front incisors. Granted you don’t have a molar.
I wonder how many people actually have molars. We hardly are experts on the subject of affection. After you sink your teeth in it and it becomes yours, can you actually chew this into bits -all for the long haul?
Or, because it is you, you just gonna swallow all?!
How many licks does it take to get to the center of a relationship? The world may never know.
A very key question marked with insanity.
I really do not know. Humans are so complex. Even someone you unravel today turns up as having another layer for you to work hard at tearing through tomorrow.
Nice having you around, PMAO.
Nicely said.
Ha!
(I think our “ha!”s mean different things.)
Mine is because I hate LOL
Mine is in satisfactory affirmation.
I see, and hence your apparent distaste for the LMAO I nuttily -is that even a word -used to call you?
No… I didn’t mind that you called me that. I just hate to use it. And I also use it for affirming my satisfaction satisfactorily with affirmed affirmation.
I see. Then may I continue calling you LMAO, just for effect?
Hehehehehe. You seem a good sport, kid. Oops! I meant Pa!
Liked that affirmation of your modus affirmatio.
If by all that you mean what I think you mean, then… yes, no, thanks.
Clear!!!
Thanks.
Good.
You’re welcome.
I think you’re just horny! lol good poem Doc. 🙂
Oh my!!! Shards!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thanks anyway. Glad you enjoyed it apparently.
Hahahaha, perhaps Shards got it! Why else do we read and write poetry? Great work Doc, sharpening your emotive prose. Luv it! ♥
Maddey, not you too!!!
Now, I got three hounds on my tail.
Am I supposed to be glad for writing this piece now? This pheromone is seeming too strong!
http://youtu.be/MQ-bmTUtuK0 = >
Nice song. And quite an interesting discovery that another fancies that use of the word “haunt”.
Thanks Tango.
Always welcome. = )
I have to wonder about Shards comment above. Mostly about whether or not it could be true – one never knows. Doc, are you teetering on the edge once again? Is this the descent into insanity or recovery from it? Well done in either case – bloody good.
Hahaha. Oh my! Got the Shards and Trents on my tail.
I have to run even harder.
Oh darn! Smoke now outing my buttocks.
I am not sure which Trent. I think more likely in the descent.
Very cool! 🙂
Thanks a lot, Reality.
To think of it, I do not know your real name.
It’s Charlotte.
Pleasure finally knowing.
Enchanté 🙂
Hahahahahaha! You writer!
right back at ya ;D
Hohohoho!