Walking into the joint at night, the hunter
in his stance,
His eyes scanning the scene, he is ever ready
to prance,
His lips licked & claws drawn, he glides
across the floor,
Stalker stalking his prey, as she flounces through
the door.
Conquistador´s hunt is on, alpha male ready
& on the prowl,
Beneath the neon stars of night, heated libido
begins to howl,
Whirling beneath the perfumed moon & dancing
for a while,
And as the rose-dawn cracks the sky, his victim
turns to smile.
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