The hunt
By kittycatds
That which I cannot grasp Out of reach Alludes me THAT is what I want most Until I have it Than it is no longer a thrill The chase I live for Hunting down my prey (It’s just the kitten in me) Stalking, waiting I bid my time Waiting to strike … But then what? I have you Right here in my claws Wrapped around my teeth Your flesh becoming part of me And I drop you at the doorstep My trophy for all to see And I walk away Still hungry for more… Written February 23rd, 2002 © on Feb 22 2002 03:46 PM PST 0 • 1
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"That which I cannot grasp..."