The Sensual Hunter Soft, sensual feline of the night, Graceful beauty with eyes so bright, Sultry smile that belies the truth, Longing to touch, caress and soothe. Soft and warm to hold, Each curve a study of natures gold. A portrait of languid serene passion, Building to a fiery crescendo with every action. Sultry and slow she begins her prowl of desire, Circling her prey and watching with eyes ablaze like fire. Poised in perfect calm she takes her stance, Hypnotizing her target in a surrendering trance. She conquers her prey with delight, He has no chance for retreat or flight. Captured in her snare the prey becomes her toy, The target of her cunning ploy. No regrets about the trap that has snared him, For this beautiful creature holds his heart within. Over and over she writhes her form against her prey, She purrs with every stroke as she seeks to have her way. Anticipation overwhelms him as she begins her dance, There is no escape from her sensual trance. Deep within the fires begin to burn, Her prey fears that her love he cannot earn. But this tender cat of the night, She has focused her hunt for him to delight. Energized by the love of this graceful feline, The prey becomes lost in her treasures so sublime. She has conquered her prey and holds him in check, As he caresses and kisses her perfect neck. No escape does he seek from her capture, He prefers to dwell in this newfound rapture. Beautiful creature so full of tender love, Sent to steal his heart from the heavens above. And in the night the soft winds blow from the heavens, Disturbing his slumber with her distant presence. Anticipation of the day when next they meet, He is forever hers for there is no retreat. Abram H. Hall ã Copyright 2004    HOME