My Huntress
Where the wild things fall in love
Slither. Crawl. Scurry. Growl.
All take cover
as you prowl,
as I should have done.
Swoop. Glide. Snatch. Wail.
"Hush now, love,
no need to run,
this will be over soon—you won't survive."
Writhe. Thrash. Surrender. Cry.
Soft as dusk,
thick with musk,
undone—
and I'm yours to feast alive.
About the Creator
Iris Obscura
Do I come across as crass?
Do you find me base?
Am I an intellectual?
Or an effed-up idiot savant spewing nonsense, like... *beep*
Is this even funny?
I suppose not. But, then again, why not?
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Comments (4)
Where the wild things fall in love
Wonderfully evocative victim POV
Fabulous 🏆♦️♦️
Terrific!!!