The Huntress.

The Huntress.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The Huntress.
On the popping of the cork
you poured a wry smile,
bubbles tickled your lips;
displaying a seduction, licked.
I wondered .......
whether I was
the hunter,
or the hunted,
watching......
your tongue flick.

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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Sounds as if you were being teased my friend. But also a good moment for a challenge lol..Or maybe we are in for more that we bargained for. :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


Is there any sight as sensual as a woman playfully licking her lips or (my fav) biting her bottom lip?? Noooo is the answer.!

I love the feeling of the tables turned and the possibility of the speaker having 'bitten off' more than they can chew.
Very good Sir... carry on wot?

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

No is the answer lol they do it so so so well too! thank you Tony
You are getting so witty. I could just picture this. Valentine

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

Thank you Kathie lol

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Added on December 22, 2016
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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