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Click hereThe Hunt
Over much ground I have traveled
The pads of my paws, thick and cracked
My loins and haunches weary
I stop and rest to recover
Licking at the wounds
From the last hunt;
I rise slowly
Pressing my nose to the air
Searching for new scent
There you are,
Off in the distance
Your scent carried to me
From afar;
I steady my lean body,
Harnessing my focus,
Anticipating sweet delight;
In my new prey
I move towards you
Your scent growing ever stronger
Within me
Driving me forward,
Uncontrollably
In my sight, you are
Radiant and beautiful
Without care,
Drinking in the water
Of mother earth
I position myself above you
Tightening my muscles,
In preparation of the satisfaction
Which awaits me
I prepare to thrust
Taking all of you;
Completely
Not letting you escape
My power
You look to me
Excitedly;
Not sure whether to
Fight or run
In your moment of
Hesitation,
I make you mine
The quality of this poem is above Literotica. It's a poem that has meaning, symbolism and erotic undercurrents. It's a combination of masculine and feminine energies and even has a romanticized view of hunter and prey. Wonderful, literary work. Loved it.