The hunt

A primal hunt in the still of the night
Candle lights, on these hunting grounds
The living room, transforms to a forest
Our hungry eyes play, a sensual game

Inviting hips swaying in step, to seduce
Sensuality, escapes our bodies as scent
And our senses allured, pick up our trails
As arousal heightens, the hunter the pray

Inviting looks, sensually choreographed
Bodies that close upon one another
Hands that grab and let go, waiting
Plotting for the right time to pounce

The candlelight, reflecting upon our skin
Shimmery glances of our passionate heat
One last stare and your wondering hand
Our bodies wrapped in each other's lust

One knee trespasses, invading the space
And our lips lock in a frantic fight to quench
Arms pull closer, swaying hips that meet
Grinding desires in our forbidden hunt

In this moist forest, in the still of night
The tribal sounds of broken up breaths
Kissing, licking, meshing, groping in heat
As passion wins, the mind surrenders, fully

Hunter and pray, deeply connected, dance
Becoming one, as we both willingly fall pray
To the heated wants, the longs we have built
We both surrender... as one.