The Hunt Read Count : 56

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Like moths possessed 
They dance round her in passions raw
In drunken race to get the prize
Unaware of her whims and bid

It's a fiesta fun to watch
The tawdry gigs by spellbound prey
Stampeding forth to win their prey

Enchanting prey that beckons sly
Slyly casting smiles and shy
Shy coy smiles that twist instincts
And makes her prey to lead the hunt.

Thus hounds hot in season's heat
Hound each other in a ring of lust
Waving hearts and fresh hot wounds 
Smarting wounds  from arrows sharp
Shooting forth from cupid's bow
Submissive in her ropes that swirls
Closing fast towards the core

The core of her web intricate
Whence her closing claws engulf
Clueless prey in grasping net
Gripping claws of her love sweet
Love fatale and ultimate
From Ultimate Preditor Sweet


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