|Angry eyes followed Dave like a hawk.
Bent upon capturing her prey.
Commanding her conquest,
Determined she clutched his breast.
Everyone knew Mel would be pluck.
Foe to crush Mel under her talons,
gone like all her kin
he belonged to her gang
Inching in next to kill
Jumping against his arm
kissing his ear, “You get…Karen?”
Lust pops in his organ
Mouth desiring to attack
Now, his desire to taste
Open eyes real they may get caught
Pausing, taking a deep breath, backing away
“Quick, Yeah…. what do you not get?”
Retreat, yet again he pulls away
Stalking in on her prey,
Tasting her certain gain
Uncomfortable the caged bird wishes to flee,
Victory is hers, his shoulders slump in defeat,
“Wait, this study goes no further
Xerox the page, if you must.”
Yelling, she leaves a peck upon the cheek,
“Zooweeeeee!!!!!!!!! That man is mine!
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