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He spots his prey in the gloom of the dark, He approaches teeth showing. His wits are Sharp like polished fangs, His thoughts solely on hunger. She is unaware of his fixated eyes, As she looks to quench her thirst. He approaches with caution and mimics, He sips purely to put her at ease. He pounces, she is overwhelmed, subdued, He drags his prey to his den, time to fed. They pant and moan and cry out, As they finish their intimate act. He's full, she's used up, it's done.
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Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 8:43 PM UTC
He Hunts
He spots his prey in the gloom of the dark, He approaches teeth showing. His wits are Sharp like polished fangs, His thoughts solely on hunger. She is unaware of his fixated eyes, As she looks to quench her thirst. He approaches with caution and mimics, He sips purely to put her at ease. He pounces, she is overwhelmed, subdued, He drags his prey to his den, time to fed. They pant and moan and cry out, As they finish their intimate act. He's full, she's used up, it's done.
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Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 8:43 PM UTC
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