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My Hunter
I look there,
Through the trees,
I eye him,
He is hunting me,
I hide myself,
Watching him,
I spy the shape of his jaw,
My site is set,
To devour him,
Powerful and raw,
There in the nakedness
Of nature,
I am illuminated and bare,
He has seized sight of me,
Captures me,
Carries me to his lair,
Although I am the prey
Instantly thus caught,
He dares covet the look of me,
Not a trophy too distraught,
To lay lust upon,
His way instead,
I give way beneath the riches,
My hunter sweeps me in his arms,
Then shoots me with his kisses.
poem
by
Victoria Gauci
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