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Casual Hunting

by James Robert Rudolph

Homme fatal,
the universal lure,
so many waiting arms,
how to choose?

Honey pot, sweet tar,
a carnivorous plant.
Your scent wafts
an invite on the breeze.
Come on, a guy’s gotta eat, you say.

You come with seven veils,
it’s a job, just the job,
the bitter drift of you,
the hard ardor of you,
and another heart is bagged.

Copyright © 2021 by James Robert Rudolph

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