The hall is crowded but I see only what is mine.
Even from the other side of the room I can see the passion burning in your soul as your fight for control of your body.††I ponder briefly if anyone else sees the wild battle behind your alluring eyes but I dismiss it.
It matters not what they think.
Honestly, I could care less.
I cross the floor; purposeful long steps taken as I make a straight line for you.††
The people, moving in undulating rhythm to the loud music, part without consideration of their actions.
Parting for the hunter.
I can see both the fear and the longing struggle on your face as you note the predator like grin taking shape on mine.
That is what you are.
The DJ selects a hard song about wronged love and inner pain.
When I am close enough to see the pulse in your neck, I can see it thrumming in tune with the beat of the intense music.
I like it.
Anger boils up from inside you and I nod in approval.
It is a better emotion to deal with than fear.
Better to grip hard cold rage than slip away with the slippery dampness of melting terror.
I grab your hair and jerk your head back, leaning in to savor the smell of fear buried beneath your show of defiance.
A tongue and teeth brushing over the pulse like a gentle lover and I chuckle softly as your body trembles.
I could find release in just this the sweet conflict of your desire and repulsion.
But I have more playing to do.