My heart is thumping in time with my step
Pulling me into myself.
I am hyper aware of my every sense:
The sweat on my neck, the scratch of my jeans, the whip of my hair on my face.
I lick my lips and taste the gloss,
My eyes flicker over the scene.
I feel like a panther stalking her prey.
I catch his scent on the wind, I have him locked in my sight.
He raises his head in a startled way, sensing that something is wrong.
He scans the horizon, but all that he sees is a harmless girl all alone.
I grin to myself as I see him relax;
I can almost taste the kill.
He actually approaches me, as is my plan.
Come, pretty boy, into my arms.
And he drapes his arm over my shoulders,
In that old-fashioned male protection.
Happy he won his prize.
Kandace Blevin 4-20-99