by Spartacus2012Biloxi, Mississippi, USA
Aug 2014 599 Views 19 comments
The Huntress
She makes love
like a hungry lioness
I adore her shadow
the way it arches
performing upon the wall.
Her black hair flows
age and experience
makes her hunt for a lover
jungle fever in my bed.
She desires a skilled man
stalking through the tall grass
growling along the way
I wait for her scent.
I would hunt and kill for her
bringing her a fatted calf
stuffed with wild fowl
to celebrate her return...
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Posted: Aug 2014
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Comments (19)
I love the jungle rawness........
Mick.
raw, animalistic,
yet loving, loved it
SAS
match. Always a pleasure to read your Sunday poems.
I think you've created your Sunday fan club of which
I am one. Cheers bro.
Cafe
makes her hunt for a lover..."
Ken, you make me salivate with these poems.
Now, if I could only get close enough to pounce!!
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