©2021 Michael Raven

wind striding,
i feed on your lust
drinking in the blood
thrum pumping
under your skin
filled with the hunt
crashing through the wood
in the humid august days
of steam soaked hunger
with the perfume, your cum
my skin raw from you calling
my name in the forest
the forest
as you take me down
with your arrow and
bury me deep

2 thoughts on “huntress/

  1. I find that’s the best place to put one’s arrow: deep inside… deep, deep inside— oh wait.. perhaps you meant… oh my.. forgive me. I lust, err… I mean, read my own interpretation 😉

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