The Hunt Poem by Ronald Shields
The Hunt
Rating: ★4.0
Her face is a lightning strike
with prowling eyes
and razor sharp lips,
her tongue a dagger for an unfortunate heart.
She will kiss like an angel
with a viper's sting.
This is a dangerous love,
a scent that will not be denied.
Those hunting eyes pierce my swaggering shield.
The blood is up.
I am primed for the chase.
Hungry for the kill.
Saturday, July 28, 2012
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4/25/2024 4:02:06 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Strong words and feelings expressed here - good write.