The Hunt

The Hunt

I am the beast to which you pray;
Bleed for me so you may walk away.
Forgive me love for being blunt,
but your heart is that which I hunt.
When your running wrapped in fear,
it’s then you hide behind your Siar.
So when you stop and think to rest,
I’ll be watching like a test.
When you breathe and close your eyes,
I’ll be there between your thighs.
And as your eyes glaze like the moon,
I’ll be listening to you swoon.
So stop before your lungs do bust,
and you’ll gasp and moan whilst I thrust.
Licking, kissing to savor taste,
we’ll spend our hours without haste.
And as you shake again with time,
you’ll know inside that we do rhyme.

~M.J.D.A.

The Hunt

MuselessPoet

Joined March 2008

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A poem for my mate, in love and in lust shall we remain.

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