The Hunt
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PREDITOR SWEETLike moths possessedThey dance round her in passions rawIn a stampede the prey to maulOblivious of the ropes she pullsIt's a fiesta fun to watchThe dogged race of spellbound preyDestined to hunt bleeding to playAnd in her bid their souls to stakeHigh on her sizzlingGame of heartsEnchanting preyLike in a bet that beckons slySlay enticing snubs and shyShy coy smiles that twist instinctAnd makes her preyTo lead the hunt.Thus hot in season heat like houndsThey hound 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 intricateWhere her closing claws engulfClueless prey in grasping netGripping claws of her love sweetLove fatale and ultimateFrom Ultimate Preditor Sweet©joeli22
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