August 8, 2010

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  PURSUED BY THE BLACK CAT

   

  There is a black cat silently stalking me

  But one day, I shall be the secretive stalker.

  Her lusty greed has set my loins aflame

  As she prowls more lordly than the sun.

   

  So soft, she sinuously steps aside

  And advances stealthily toward my back.

  I feel her breath on the nape of my neck,

  But it is I, this time, who has set the trap.

   

  The hungry hunt is on as I go about,

  Flayed by thick thorns and rocky path.

  Feeling the glaring hot white noon

  I spin around to see her ravenous face.

   

  I see the blood veins shining in her neck,

  Her yellow eyes and nostrils full of fire,

  Her supple body twitching with hot desire.

  She knows now what her dastardly fate will be.

   

  It will be me, the hunted, who does the devouring,

  As I leap upon her agile, feline body.

  And wrap my controlling arms around her sleekness

  And feast and gorge upon her sinewy neck.

   

  Her monstrous mouth opens to devour me

  But I swiftly shut her mouth with mine.

  I taste her hot anticipating wetness

  As our fiery tongues battle for supremacy.

   

  We roll over and over alternating on top

  As our flailing arms and legs entwine.

  The ferociousness of our torrid passion

  Knows no boundaries, no limits, no rules.

   

  Till finally she resists my advances no more,

  And willingly lets me have my way with her.

  As she succumbs to my ministrations of pleasures,

  And realizes the pleasure of being pleasured.

   

  And then, when fully spent, we mutely lie,

  Our arms still embracing each other,

  I softly caress her with my lapping tongue

  And savor the salty taste of her moist flesh.

   

  When we prepare to go our own separate ways

  We hold each other’s body tightly against our own,

  Feeling our hearts beating the rhythmic message:

  Maybe next time, she may be the sacred devourer.

   

  Curiousdwk

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