Walking through the tall grass
Through barely veiled eyes I spy, my prey
I watch hungrily, waiting to make my move
studying you, biding my time
Passionately aware of the hunger residing deep inside.
I feel you, every inch, every pore - you will be mine.
From my lair, I contemplate your sweet surrender
Anticipating your lusciousness, my desire for you barely restrained,
it permeates my being -
Edging closer, I proceed with determined steps and with a nimble burst of speed I move forward.
In the choreography of life and death, the hunter becomes the hunted I am pursued as I pursue
Predicting our fate, a sonata of potency, passion and purpose.
We succumb to the little deaths that make this pursuit worthwhile.
Stealthily I walk off victorious and satiated.
May 3, 2012
May 3, 2012 at 7:06 PM UTC
Walking through the tall grass
Through barely veiled eyes I spy, my prey
I watch hungrily, waiting to make my move
studying you, biding my time
Passionately aware of the hunger residing deep inside.
I feel you, every inch, every pore - you will be mine.
From my lair, I contemplate your sweet surrender
Anticipating your lusciousness, my desire for you barely restrained,
it permeates my being -
Edging closer, I proceed with determined steps and with a nimble burst of speed I move forward.
In the choreography of life and death, the hunter becomes the hunted I am pursued as I pursue
Predicting our fate, a sonata of potency, passion and purpose.
We succumb to the little deaths that make this pursuit worthwhile.
Stealthily I walk off victorious and satiated.
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