Hunt

* WARNING: Explicit sexual content!!! I’m a deer caught in the headlights Literally Frolicking the balls To great enjoyment Further installment as I retreat my night The thirst, the zeal The inner demons bursting of self-absorbed covet I’ve relied too much on my hands I enter the lion’s den steadfastly Clinging to what little confidence I have left My imaginary bronzed body Dripping of glistening sweat I wet my lips Each gesture imposing adventure I lean against Bending my body acrobatically Making aware of my pounding crutch My light sword My steamboat entering unknown waters We encounter halfway An awry smile As we move towards each other We part the sea of sweaty bodies Entwined in slow dance Melting like honey His hands are strange yet they move familiar Unzipping, down rolling, free riding We take to the wall Chronically following the template Careful kissing Clumsy touching Sweaty palms We move like blind in the tiny place Ill-lit and with a sedative stale of defecation We succumb to meaningless profanities Untie, unroll and under Take to the knee I’m a deer caught in the headlights Literally Frolicking the balls To great enjoyment