Insatiable prowls

Insatiable prowls

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Insatiable lust
Her contours nude
Craving strangers on skin
On heat, eyes glowing
She prowls within
the night purring.
Elegant she comes;
A wisp of smoke.
She's gone.

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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ooh, a great example of one read aloud. moves, flows...can feel her. love it!

Posted 10 Years Ago
This sounds like the wild grey cat we are trying to feed and gentle up here id God's country. Like a wisp of smoke, approach her or him...gone. Valentine

Posted 10 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Years Ago

Wild cats are quick!

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 Added on May 29, 2015
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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