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Hunted
.
Chase me down,
rip & tear
till I surrender
to awakening
down there
Toy with me till
I'm made to
be carried off as
the ground falls naked
upon a shoulder blade
As I, the Vessel of voyage,
taken till exhaustion
lays heavy on my sails
Peaceful be the beast
who sleeps in my arms.
Published 16th Sep 2018
Author's Note
Ya know it's been better than good when he succumbs to exhaustion
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16th Sep 2018 8:23pm
As they say, you must have some kryptonite.....? This is a very nice poem.
16th Sep 2018 8:27pm
Not sure on kryptonite but the garden path between my thighs I do lead him down hehe
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