prey

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her peculiar grace

as she drifts through the hunters

high held eyes gently tilted

emanates warnings subtle

confidently observant

unconcernedly searching

that scent

...

through predator alley

past snorting temptations

not boundary burdened

haunted of face

undone from her leather

whites threadbarely laced

she breathes

...

smiling he watches her

dancing the storm in

swirling dust silvered

for one final moment

she pauses enchanted

laughing the rain down

he breathes

...

wet white cotton sculpted

she reaches at rain edge

towards he in the dry

both grinning and gasping

press faces at curtain

first taste through a waterfall

they breathe

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