Intoxicating. Refreshing. Exciting.
All that you were. Are. Maybe will always be.
You spin your web so well, effortlessly.
I see through your art and deceit, meant to be hidden.
Yet I am drawn, absorbed by the allure of all that you are.
Radiant. Positive. Unaware.
Or so you seem. Deceptive.
But you were never meant to be tamed.
Wild, resisting. So tempting.
You shake your mane. Aware of its seduction.
You take your pick. Never satisfied.
Wanting more. Thirsty, obsessed.
Not one lingers longer than the last.
Without a choice. All fall short.
Alas, you were meant to run wild.