The Hook

This might be a more universal, objectively understood concept, "The Hook". When he hooks you in with his wink and she hooks you in with her lips, protips: Don't get hooked unless you're prepared to get ripped a little bit.

The Hook

The metaphorical hook

Often identified with the mesmer of her look

The “sincerity of her glance”

The hope of a chance

Let me explain

It’s a gamble akin to fishing

It requires sacrifice in order to gain

Time and a great deal of pain

We’re swimming in the abyssal depths of the sea

We can only see

The pretty bait in our immediate sight

And without a second thought

We hope for the best and bite

Intake a whiff of her irresistible lure

Then a subsequent flight attained from the bite of that tiny fly

And we’re way up high past the waterline

Into the sky and past cloud nine...

High enough that you forget how to stand

High enough to not realize you're canned

In a factory with a million just like you

You have been hooked

And I regrettably state that it is true

A catch of the day

And now fish stew

But maybe you can avoid being fish meat

Pretty girl at the corner of the street

You look and see certainty in her eyes

It is not a glare, but a playing stare

Nonlethal and yet deadly, predator meets prey

You sprint over to be met with “Fifty and I’m yours for the day”

Not exactly what you were hoping for

But what the hell you're still gonna score

And maybe save her from the gutter

And maybe she won’t cut herself this night

I advise caution for she might still bite

Take your putter and ball to the green

Pay the toll and get it in the hole

Wait that's not what I mean

You step up to the plate

Swing and ask for a real date

"Oh sure sweety, you can be my one exception"

You tried not to fall for this seductress’ deception

But even surer still, it’s likely you will

She's got you on the line and watch as she reels you in

Cause now you're paying for her and her din-din

In the midst of this deadly thrill

In the dead of the night the bedroom window opens

The cut in your heart reopens

And your window closes

You're off the hook

Unsatisfied with this risk you took

But you’ll take it again

You are unable to contain

This lover’s fire that burns like an open flame

You’re so sure you’re sick of it

But regardless

Even if she makes you her bit...

Of opportunity for unity

When she's feeling lonely

And you're the only one left

Well you're gonna settle for that

And every raincheck can still be cashed in at bat

When you swing in her batter's box

Hoping you might hit the target

Hoping it unlocks

The belt she keeps around her waist

So you can get a fleeting taste

Of paradise... sometimes even twice

If you’re lucky

Even if that only happens once in a blue moon

Because she'll be gone soon

So you dive back in the abyss

Any chance is not worth a miss

But remember this

You’re going to need a friend

Pick a good one, cause this cycle may never end