He hunts for the thrill
Like a lion crouched in the high grass
Breathe, breathe
Steady.
Focus.
Approach
One foot at a time.
Repeat.
Every movement
Thought out carefully
He brushes his fingers on her cheeks
She's flustered
Pulling her closer
He wraps his hands around her waist
Poisonous aura escaped his pores submerging her inexperience mind
Steady.
He brushed his warm lips on hers exposing venom.
She heeds to his words.
She's paralyzed.
His hands like hot rocks
Explores every abandoned
Spot on her body,
Promising to make roses flourish once again🥀
Slips off her G-String
He enters her home
Her soft moans are
Cries of victory to him
Effortlessly, he had caught his prey.
Another successful hunt.
About the Creator
Branslie Muffin0x Gilles
I love to write, dance, sing. pretty much get lost into myself
Hopefully with my stories and poetry you can relate and you like them 🙂
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