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
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