The Hunt

Ready for the hunt
In silent darkness of night
Quiet Innocence stands alone
Amidst the silky black of infinity

Scent of the hunter

Break
Run fast little prey
Push yourself to the limit
Panic as you feel hot breath on your back
Unable to escape unable to flee
Wishing with everything you could
But failing with full intention

Frenzied animal rapture
Intoxicating and impassioned lunacy

Feeling teeth sink into your soft throat
And claws against your supple flesh
Tearing the fragile skin
Drawing blood and cries of exquisite pain

Total compliance to the voracious hunter
Utter surrender to the ravishing prey
Unholy hunt and heretical capture
Of forbidden thoughts and devotion
Bringing both down in a torrent of aphrodisia
Worthy of epics to hold the Gods themselves
In rapt attention and bated breath
Waiting for that moment of truth
Where the world dissolves leaving a single being

Now stripped of everything
Two lay bare before all things
Intwined and united eternaly
Lost in euphoric love

Indulgent hysterical lust
Flushed empyrean fever
A rage of exultation
A moment of sheer fantastic terror
Echoing cries of pleasure into the night

Silence but for ragged breath
Blissful heat melding them together
Hammered in the forge of prodigious desire
Hunter and hunted joined in their private elysium.

Tags: Poetry Erotic Hunt

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