Forbibben and Hunted


Walking Through the Forest Glen
by Jaime Lynn Brigham

I saw you from far away, a glimmer,
A sparkle of hope renewed.
You saw me and you eyes asked why
I would dare to love you.
I reached my arms towards you
Knowing you are still worlds away.
Your smile and your serenity keep me
On this seemingly endless journey.
As I draw closer, the shimmering of your gown
Glistening in the moonlight, floating,
Ascentuates the curves of your breast
And hips. Oh, how I long to touch you.
As I walk, night and day, yearning
To be near you, you shift and change.
Tonight, I see a gorgeous, sleek black panther,
Patiently waiting my arrival.
And tonight a curious, little red fox,
Teasing my senses, then scampering away.
But today, I walk with my arms
Outstretched hoping to someday
Break through the looking glass.

Hunter
by Jaime Lynn Brigham

In the distance, the heart beats
Of a preditor stalking his prey.
He lurks, watching, waiting the the time
The hunted will turn and see him.
At that moment alone will he strike.
Driven by the primal urges passed down
From the very earliest of times,
He attackes his victim ferociously.
When he has done with his feeding,
Wolf becomes man again. He comforts,
Laying his prey down gently, caressing
The hair, allowing the fawn to sleep
Until he yearns for flesh again.


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