December 16, 2020

Man is a Hunter

By therumreview

Legs that leave you legless.

Eyes that leave you blind.

Curves that leave you fallin’

Hard for heart and mind.


Man is a hunter.

Riding the thrill.

Peacock his best

Until he has his kill.


Shows off his lair.

Shows off his fire.

Man is a hunter

With wicked desire.


Man is a hunter.

His kill is complete.

Worn down to bone.

No longer a feat.


He will wane desire.

You’ll no longer thrill.

Man is a hunter.

Hunting new kill.

Man is a hunter.

Man is a hunter.

New thrills.

New kills.

Man is a hunter.

Fulfilling his will.

Man is a hunter.

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