Huntress
A bruised sky haunts the western horizon
The sun jets out in star like creation
Dusk blooms as distant vespers linger
Anticipating the evening shadows, where I thrive
My pulse quickens, expecting your crashing embrace
The transporter approaches, doors slide wide
I stand immovable along an empty corridor
There will be four more to arrive, before I see you
Loins stir awaiting union, matching the vibration of my pulse
Not much longer now, the torment would soon break
Peering through foggy air, longing time to transpire swiftly
Possessing more fever than I could sustain
Aching for pure surrender inside your arrival
Preserving a melody than could not be contained
Tracing each memory of you in my short collection
Breathing in your scent, like a wolf on it’s approach
Am I being hunted or am I the huntress
Either way, the kill is in the crosshair
Folding in as night looms, knowing the imminent
Paused, in wait, as a predator, I am.
-M. Jacobs
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