Trading Leather

You brushed my cheek I felt a crackle of lightning spear a ripple, to the tip of my tongue a premonition of taste made my mouth water when your leather encircled my frame in the warm scent of you I was driven with wild abandon, to hunt again like a true huntress I stalked you in leather bound you with strips of my love but alas the hunt is no fun anymore when the game gives up so easy and the hunter becomes the hunted