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Feb 18, 2010
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Trading leather
You brushed my cheek
I felt a crackle of lightning
spear a ripple,
to the tip of my tongue
a premonition of taste
made my mouth water
when your leather
encircled my frame
in the warm scent of you
I was driven with wild abandon,
to hunt
again
like a true huntress
I stalked you in leather
bound you with strips of my love
but alas the hunt is no fun anymore
when the game gives up so easy
and the hunter becomes the hunted
— Seren, Feb 18, 2010
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Critiques
CyberSpace
16 years 3 months ago
no comment love hubby
Kailashana
16 years 3 months ago
yo… snakey-poo…. but
Seren
16 years 3 months ago
I cant type snakes answer to
Seren
16 years 3 months ago
Pmsl ya wosssssss dare ya to
Nordic cloud
16 years 3 months ago
The twist in the tail of a leather jacket
Seren
16 years 3 months ago
Dear Ann
J.Thomas
16 years 3 months ago
Sound like maybe a role
Seren
16 years 3 months ago
More often than not you hunt
Orphani
16 years 3 months ago
Your imagery is exquisite
Seren
16 years 3 months ago
Dear Barry
the_fool
16 years 3 months ago
made me sit up
Seren
16 years 3 months ago
Dear Fool
judyanne
16 years 3 months ago
We are a fickle lot are we
Seren
16 years 3 months ago
Dear Judy
old friend of kurt
16 years 3 months ago
Great poem!!
Seren
16 years 3 months ago
Dear Friend of Kurt