The Hunt

Diana's naked in the woods again
she knows we know she has no choice
Lust baying canine like through woodlands dark
now there's a hunger in his voice.

as Virtue blushes coy, and hides her face
she wags her tail and shares her scent
Lust raving senselessly around 
he never tries to hide his lewd intent

headless through the pale pines
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a scent to boil his blood to drive him mad
Lust gallops blindly through the trees
hunter turned hunted as she does just like she pleases 
and brings him to his knees

the hunter stalks its prey with bated breath
and so the dance goes ever on
Diana disappears but lingers on
the golden sunlight of the dawn

headless through the pale pines
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rushing headless through the pines
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