Chaotic and twisted thoughts of my mind

Prey
I've often thought why is it that I am so drawn to prey
something all so un formiliar yet something so familiar.
Is this why I am drawn to the darkness

As we walk through the darkness he stops
His hand pausing mine to a halt.
My thoughts run wildly, has he senced a danger ahead.
All though I feel no fear for he is my protector
My fears protected with him, his presence
Dominating and powerful.
My trust lies with him
I wait what seems like for ever trusting in his silence
His calmness reassuring my body and soul
He turns me towards him
I search his eyes for answers
Yet all I find is darkness
The darkness that draws me towards it
It calls me beckons me
I know that look the one that my body craves
Yet I wait to hear his words
Take your clothes off
So little words spoken
Yet so powerful
My eyes stare into his looking for answers
While unknowingly undressing
I can feel him watching looking
Taking note of every detail
As if it is him not me
Yet without physical touch
Our souls are one
RUN
One word said ignites and lights my soul
adrenalin runs through my veins
RUN I won't say it again
With out hesitation I run
no destination just run
Thoughts run erratically through my mind
Is he following, is this a test
I have never questioned him before
I shall keep running, he never said stop
The ground is sharp on my feet
The cool night wind bites and my skin
Yet I run until I can no longer
I pause and take in every sound
the wind the rivers running
The creatures that lurk of a night
the noises that only the night can bring
Yet something familiar sets my sense alight
The sound of leaves crunching under his feet
His every breath seems so close Yet so far
His presence is close and every part of me screams run towards him
I yearn for his touch crave him to take him like only he can
My body pulsating with desire
My ears searching for his words
Yet silence
Only the crackling of leaves drawing him closer
RUN
One word sounds so quiet let clear
Flight is set alight in my mind
And my feet follow
The crackling of leaves and sticks grow closer and faster
I glance back to find nothing but darkness
And stumble to my knees and hands
Time goes so slowly
The grasp of hands on my waist
Tight and unforgiving yet soothing
I yearn for them to be tighter
Dragging me closer as my fingers trace the dirt
Down on his knees
I feel his hand on my throat
And his other in my hair
The wolf's in the distance howl
His voice in my ear whispers
Prey you belong to me.