Walking through the tall grass Through barely veiled eyes I spy, my prey I watch hungrily, waiting to make my move studying you, biding my time Passionately aware of the hunger residing deep inside.
I feel you, every inch, every pore - you will be mine.
From my lair, I contemplate your sweet surrender Anticipating your lusciousness, my desire for you barely restrained, it permeates my being -
Edging closer, I proceed with determined steps and with a nimble burst of speed I move forward.
In the choreography of life and death, the hunter becomes the hunted I am pursued as I pursue Predicting our fate, a sonata of potency, passion and purpose. We succumb to the little deaths that make this pursuit worthwhile.