Benighted Aftermath
It’s strange that after vanquishing a girl
who flaunted charm, and riding his high horse
to boast about his conquest – head awhirl –
he yielded to a lass who lacked recourse
to fancy trappings that appeal to men.
She didn’t hesitate to cough or yawn,
but shrewdly pandered to the passive yen
guys have to bank upon cerebral brawn
that complements their more compliant bent.
Indeed, she might as well have had a sword
inside the sheath he fain would circumvent
had she not coveted his own prized hoard
with more commanding notice of intent.
As such, astride the high horse that she rode
with cockiness, he’d tacitly present
himself as abject spoils of war, bestowed
upon this captivating cavalier,
while murmuring sweet nothings in her ear.