Hunted
He watches every move you make, he knows where you sleep at night, he's determined to make you his, when the time is right
He wants to possess you, he wants you, body, mind and soul, to keep you and own you, forever is his goal
Keep you in his dungeon, keep you locked up with a chain, so no one will ever find you, with him you will remain
To be his one and only, he'll keep you has his sexual slave, he'll live out all his fantasies, your bodies all he craves
You'll be his sexual plaything, to fuck, to spank, to own, he'll take pictures of you tied up, naked on his phone
This hunter always gets his prey, he never fails to get his way, you don't know when he's coming, it could be today
Snatched from outside your work, kidnapped from your bed, you'll never know until its to late, he loves messing with your head
He'll keep you locked up in a cell, it could be for a couple of days, then he'll simply let you go, that's how he always plays
Then the hunter becomes the hunted, he will be your prey, to do with him as you like, it's your turn to pick the play
These games are the spice of life, it makes your roll play so much fun, trying to surprise each other, until their turn has come
THE KINKY POET