You know me better

than I know myself.

You know…

I long for

The wild and teasing thrill

of the chase

How I indulge

and deny

even thrive in this hunger…

only to submit again

And gloriously so

You watch

And you wait

searching my scent

and you follow

Subtle, yet precise


Knowing just the right angle

from which to strike.

I feel your eyes on me

Feel you all through me

I run

and I hide

Behind a makeshift fortress

of captious dissent

A haze of words that  dissolves

as I glance over my shoulder


The joy and the terror

of that one exquisite moment…

when your lust

is a dagger poised at my throat.

And I smile.

Break my will

Claim your prize

But, above all else…

slay me