taezee
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lurking in the brush.. the hot african sun beating down..the quiet steps...the prey seen....the stealth...the advantage..closing in for the kill..the instinct..spotting the weakness...the weak of the bunch ....as i ran across the field fangs exposed growling...what speed .. what grace...the tiger in the mist....the dust kicked up by my paws...running...ready to feed..pouncing ... the sun blinding you ... at the last moment....seeing your eyes. i was stopped in my tracks... the only instinct was love ... submission....until your bite was upon me in a sweet surprise... i thought i was the predator..turns out the hunter was the hunted...i submit to you.......