This is a different game of hide and seek.
I chase her
for more than
just a kill,
more than
just a taste
of her hot, red blood.
I hear her heart pumping,
smell the salty sweat,
dripping in slow beads
between her lovely breasts,
see her silhouette
slip around the trees.
I want to catch her,
yet the thrill of pursuit
is foreplay enough
to make me wild.
I picture my lady naked,
soft lines, smooth curves.
I send her the image,
and her laughter sounds
but a few feet away.
She thinks I don’t see her.
She is so very wrong.
I see only her.
~Drake
I chase her
for more than
just a kill,
more than
just a taste
of her hot, red blood.
I hear her heart pumping,
smell the salty sweat,
dripping in slow beads
between her lovely breasts,
see her silhouette
slip around the trees.
I want to catch her,
yet the thrill of pursuit
is foreplay enough
to make me wild.
I picture my lady naked,
soft lines, smooth curves.
I send her the image,
and her laughter sounds
but a few feet away.
She thinks I don’t see her.
She is so very wrong.
I see only her.
~Drake