The Great Hunt by Julie Shiel

Tell me a story, my wolf,
of a great hunt chasing
the chill Autumn night
through twilight shaded wood
to the neon of the dirty streets,
of stalking fascination
to my lonely lair.

Lead me in this tango of
predator and prey where
you and I are the universe,
growling filth in my ear
leaving me fevered and weak
and igniting my wildfire soul.

The twisted sheets smell of sex
on the floor and the room wrecked
filled with an insatiable hunger
and a smoldering awareness,
my ravished and swollen mouth
begging you for one more kiss.

Julie Shiel lives on the Chesapeake Bay where she writes and dreams. Her work appears in issues of Strange Horizons, Heroic Fantasy Quarterly, Fairytale Magazine and others. When not writing she grows a moon garden and communes with her local murder.

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