The thrill of hunt

Coursed through my blood

When I saw her saunter towards me

Open mouthed, I oogled at her plunging neckline

It displayed the magnificence of her breasts

She was cultured

Yet with smokey sensuality

If she was aware of the aura she radiated

The eyes that envied

She couldn't care less

Collecting myself, I introduced my bearing

She acknowledged with a chilling handshake

Woman, you are volcano, I blabbered

I didn't even where did that come from

Embarrassed, I apologised profusely and left

But my eyes never left her

If she knew, she played ignorant

The party had thinned by then

I still lurked around

As she was about to leave

She called me

Trembling, when I came near her

She asked if I would like to have a lift

Befuddled, I joined luxury ride

Well, you are pretty obvious, she said

And I wouldn't mind if you have a taste of my juices

Which juices, that for you to decide

Like every savage man, I lingered near her breasts

Freeing herself, she cradled me on her lap

I latched on to her breast, suckling and inhaling her feminine fragrance

While she drove the car to nowhere.

©LR