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The Predators release

Poetry By: sleepingwithsirens

Tags: Poetry, Revenge

Once again this poem is about an experience I had :) it's pretty lengthy

Submitted:May 29, 2012    Reads: 112    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

Maybe getting over our past

Is as easy as getting under another

Being a little careless, reckless, indecent

Letting my inner predator come out to play

She is just my type

Long brown hair

Nice hazel eyes

Medium stature

Tattoos and a few piercings

She pushes me on the couch

Mounts my lap

Starts to grind and dance on me

I can not stop my hands

The predator takes control

There is no thought of you or consequences

My hands grab ahold of her waist

I want to know what she feels like

She tells me...

You can touch more than my waist

I explore her torso

And feel her slight curves

We are chest to chest

Her face is by my neck

I want her to kiss me

Instead she blows her warm breath

On the nape of my neck

Which sends shivers down my spine

We are face to face

We share a quick peck

She takes off my jacket

Looks at me

And gives me a seductive smile

She touches my arm, waist, and legs

She grinds her body against mine

I feel the rhythm and reciprocate her movements with my own

My breathing gets heavy

She places her head near my pelvis

Do not get dirty thoughts

My pants are on

She mounts my lap again

Kisses me and gets off my lap

Sits side by side with me , flirts with me, gives me gentle caress, and a kiss upon the cheek

My inner predator did not stay out too long

The predator was allowed to breath

Allowed to play, not fully, just enough

To be temporarily satisfied

That night helped erase bits of you

Cleansed some of my body from your touch

Maybe if I allowed the predator

To be fully released


I would be able to get over our past

Say Fuck You and leave

She is just my type

Right now she is the predator

And I am the prey

She erases your memory

Cleanses me of your touch

The predator come through says

I want to know what she feels like

I want to know what she tastes like

It is time for the predator to be released to play

Now she is my prey

With every touch

With every grind

With every taste

You are slowly erased


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