I want to feel the pressure of your gaze, the hunger in your stare. The weight of your hand upon my chest, just there to keep me at bay not really pushing me yet. I want to know my role of the night without words to say, that I might be devoured by the hunger I see inside.
The pressure of choices and the freedom from them as we move through this dance. A dance of action and reaction, as I sway under the delight of the game we play. Let us move in the tango of the hunt, you after me for the burning need inside both of us. Mentally and physically going through the motions till you finally capture me.
Your energy over coming mine as your body crashes in to me, your fingers twisted in my hair manipulating me. Our bodies tangled together and moving to the primal beat coming from within. Guide me as I fight back, knowing I won't win.
Teeth on flesh, tasting each other as I succumb to the power, the control I feel vibrating from within you. I don't really want to run, I don't want to fight back. I want to revel in you as you are in this moment. I want to feel that power flowing off of you like heat off the side walk in summer. But I know it won't peek, that I won't feel it roll over me unless I push back.
I want to be hunted.
I want to play the game, I want to feel the surrender.
I want to be devoured, I want to be the prey.
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