Poem: Love-Pusher

Wanting it your way,
always just your way;
You and the future
and the plans
and lastly, though,
lastly, Me.

I try so hard
not to get too connected;
for both our sakes,
though I don't think you see that.

Playing games like a kitten,
just the edge of ferocity,
the glimmer of death,
in it's eyes.

Nature, the Hunter.

Your hunting does not stop,
once you have me.
Still you must force me through grates,
channels, analysis, obedience-training,
learning to come when you call,
to do whatever you want...

Unfair?
Perhaps.
It is as it is.

I want you truly and directly.
All pomp and circumstance be damned!
I want you directly.
Body to body,
Mind to Mind,
Soul to Soul.

Throw away these "tests" of my office,
the "games" of my affection for you.
Trust in me Lover,
come to me, Lover,
Make me as worthy,

as your Drug Pusher.