The Hunter

I swallowed my tongue

I closed my eyes

I tasted your lips

I tasted your thighs

I ripped off the skin

I dredged on the lawn

I played with my food

While it screamed with a pulse.

The art of the chase,

Fun when they're running

Suckling Amphora's

The hunt of my culling.

The drilling and drilling

The spillage of oil,

The crimson and cleave

The power of force.