
The Hunt
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PREDITOR SWEETLike moths possessedThey dance round her in passions rawIn drunken race to get the prizeUnaware of her whims and bidIt's a fiesta fun to watchThe tawdry gigs by spellbound preyStampeding forth to win their preyEnchanting prey that beckons slySlyly casting smiles and shyShy coy smiles that twist instinctsAnd makes her prey to lead the hunt.Thus hounds hot in season's heatHound each other in a ring of lustWaving hearts and fresh hot woundsSmarting wounds from arrows sharpShooting forth from cupid's bowSubmissive in her ropes that swirlsClosing fast towards the coreThe core of her web intricateWhence her closing claws engulfClueless prey in grasping netGripping claws of her love sweetLove fatale and ultimateFrom Ultimate Preditor Sweet©joeli22
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