The Hunt

The 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