In Life’s Game

Like a spider stalking her prey,

Each movement carefully thought out.

Eyes on her prize led on the bed,

She’ll feed she has no doubt.

Slowly climbing over him,

Limbs lengthened in dim light.

Lips brushing down his chest,

Excitement overload he fights.

His phallus swollen, risen for her,

As she squats to tease with wet warm lips.

Rubbing her essence o’er his cock,

With deft motion of her hips.

Her want as needy as his it’s true,

Her desire just as high.

But she has control of this morsel now,

As onto his sex she slides.

A gasp in union,

Both release held pent up breaths.

Predator and prey as one,

In life’s game, not death’s.