The Hunter

It is not enough to just catch his eye. It is not enough to get him to say hi.

I want him to need and I want him to crave.

How do I get him to follow and feel like I am his prey?

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When I see him, I know I want him. Sometimes the line between predator and prey gets blurred. Am I chasing him or is he chasing me?

I watch and I wait. Trying to appear sweet and innocent. We all know that is a facade, but I will play the quiet, shy girl. The good girl who always does what she is told and never questions a thing.

I can feel him watching me. He thinks he is subtle, but I know. He slips things in the conversation that I recognize. He is telling on himself. Does he know I am paying attention? Is he offering up everything I want because he knows what I want or does he want that too? Does he want to give to me? Does he want me as a princess? Is he spoiling me on purpose?

They say they don’t play games. I am not sure I believe that.

As he gets closer, I smell him. I can feel the hair on the back of my neck standing up. My skin is on fire. I am tingling waiting for him to get closer. Waiting for that first bite. Waiting for the moment of contact.

That moment when it no longer matters who is the hunter and who is the prey.