Hunt and Chase

A mild mannered Bullwinkle
Watched them  from the wall
Her jeans fell by the front door,
Her panties in the hall.

Clad only in a T shirt,
Her  bottom pink and white
She scampered up the stairwell
Heart pounding with delight

The game, as old as time, began
The hunter and the prey.
But which was which and who was who?
Whose  ploy would win the day?

She used her pretty pouted lips
Her scent, her skin, her wiles 
He countered back with sureness
She rewarded him with smiles

He stroked her gently, rode her hard
Kissed each and every  part
She willingly surrendered
And presented him her heart.

She satisfied the beast in him
He gave her room to soar
On equal ground , or so he thought,
She evened up the score

The shy and cornered vixen,
The wise and silver fox?
The female finally won the match
By leaving on her sox.  ;  )