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  • JJEH
  • 1. mai 2017
  • 1 min lesing

I know she's here. This is where her clues lead. anything to promise me a chase We make eye contact, there's the recognition of the hunt. My heart skips

with anticipation of what comes next, I can't yet take you, not here, not in the middle of our friends. You pause, teasingly, challenging me with your eyes. I move towards you, sliding behind you. Our friends surround you, blocking my sight momentarily. as my senses catch up with you. I take off after you wolfish grin perched upon my face.

This is what I wanted the chase, the hunt, the need, I move rapidly after you.

Hunting the hunter.

As if you already knew, you dart hard to the side leaving me to catch nothing but your scent. I look at you, eyes burning with a cold fire of hate or lust you hesitate. I grab an arm, tightly, fingers digging into your muscles you spin You twist and your free, you shove me I see it,

I know you're on the edge of falling into submission. For the briefest moment of time, everything slows down.

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