Predator and prey
Adrenaline is in the thrill of the chase
Being a predator requires patience
So I waited
Played all of your games
But I made sure when I captured you
I'd savored you!
My tongue firmly against your flesh
Question what is happening as euphoria hits its peak
Darkness surrounding us with the exception of moonlight
Having no idea what is to come next
Arousal by the sounds of your deep breaths
Seconds to minutes
Best time turned into hours
Slowly till all of you was devoured
- Zulma Bermudez
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