T h e  C u n t  H u n t e r

     
Early morning      
and the grass in the park      
still glistens with dew      
The cunt hunter      
on ass safari      
spots a fresh teenage gazelle      
as she jogs along the track      
her firm lycra clad cheeks      
bouncing perfection      
like a tambourine      
sweetly tuned      
     
It is the signal      
to kick start his cock      
rising horny      
to lock on and dock      
in pursuit of the mother ship's      
soft warm goo      
     
The hunter smiles      
studying his prey      
while he falls in behind      
breathing harder      
as he matches her stride      
awaiting the moment      
he'll pretend to pass      
before seizing an arm      
using his greater bodyweight      
to roll her into the bushes      
with military precision      
he's tried and tested      
many times      
     
Before the next bend      
he'll rip up      
the skimpy blue jogging vest      
tear down      
those skinny black leggings      
and beyond a frenzy of tongue and thigh      
the hunter      
will seed her gushes      
until vanquished eyes      
admit surrender      
and tears of pleasure      
beg him for more      
     
He will leave her      
sprawled in the dirt      
sobbing exhausted and sore      
taking home the biggest trophies of all      
to savor in the shower      
the thrill of another successful hunt      
and the ecstasy of surprise      
     
But now someone's pounding      
on the bathroom door      
an angry girl's voice:      
'You could have waited, you bastard.      
That's the last time I go jogging with you.'