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The Prey

Unsuspecting eyes dart past me
and then return.
Gazes held, a moment of uncertainty
gives way to recognition.
She knows my intent.
Twisted thoughts wrapped
within pangs of desire.
The deep dark hollow
that beats in the recess of my chest quickens.
Primal instincts heighten.
The prey takes flight.
It's the thrill of the chase
we both enjoy.
The uncertain certainty that she will be mine.
Bound, splayed, and open to whatever desires
I wish to visit upon her.
My world. My rules.
She slows. Weary of the chase.
Resigned to what's to come.