hate smitten,
longing for sex
(but talking about love)
ferociously calling themselves independent
(but scared to take a midnight subway)
doomed feminists
with eye under every male's navel;
watching sunsets
but without the hookah it's impossible;
a cross of Jesus, pink rosary on the wall-
beneath, a matching pair of fuzzy handcuffs.
tried to stay away, not get involved
but
their blazing Sephora Buxom Lash mascaras are difficult to ignore..
after all they consider themselves gorgeous as coyotes.
strutting all their weapons and standing on their paws
(rather the 7 inch L.A.M.B heels..)
I see them clustered together..always together..
Its easier to hunt on a prey within a group..it's a safe zone after all...
