Prowl I am on the prowl. Angry and wanting to find someone to satisfy the but up rage I have. Sexually releasing all I wanted to give to you. I am on the prowl. Frustration at time lost on loving your sorry ass has built up a flood gate of regret. I am on the prowl. Finding the release you so begged me for through words of betrayal. My prey is in site and it is feeding time. When I pounce everything you wanted will be released. Only you will not be the one laying there quivering from the attack. My new cub will.