The Thrill of the Huntress

The Thrill of the Huntress

You only come out when night is right –
My hidden lover, The Huntress.
The change comes on you, drifts down your face
Like a mask eclipsing the rest.
Out for the kill you track your prey,
Trapped by the magnet of your desire.
The promise, the demand, reaches out –
Answer the call, a need inside.
Warmth radiates from your body and
Control slips slowly away.
Exquisite torture on your fingertips,
Blood rushing to the music
The symphony you conduct.
Fireworks of your tongue,
Licking of fire that sweeps away.
Possession dwells deep in your eyes,
Strength and unyielding insistence.
Eyes half-closed, like intoxication;
Sipping at the drops of surrender.
You taste them in the corners of your mouth,
And in the recesses of your mind.
Amazement dawns upon your face,
The power you have is staggering.
But like an addict, needing more;
You drive toward the inevitable.
A frenzy in your breath, roar in your throat.
Feel the thrill sink a deeper addiction.
Crazed whisperings in your mind;
Orchestras of "yes" and songs of "mine";
The drumbeat of a stolen heart.
Your quarry trembling on the edge of forever,
Capture the elusive and shout triumphant.
See the flight of the soul before you, and
Know you conquered in the forest of your bed.
Slow and sure, a cocky smile spreads,
Watching entranced by the vision
Of what you have wrought.
Full of pride, the pleasure swells inside you;
A warm blanket which settles, satisfied like a sigh.
And as the tide recedes, a natural ebb,
The Huntress subsides-
leaving only my Love behind.