I’ve been watching you a while now.
Sitting at the bar, maintaining your casual, careless outlook.
Your hooded glances hiding your hunger as you search for that right balance of desire filled eyes and willing flesh.
I know your type, you are my type.
A hunter.
Like me, the need to devour and be devoured tonight is strong.
An insistent hum through your whole body.
An ache that is slowly building your insatiable appetite.
Unknowingly, I slowly bite my lower lip in synch with your finger rolling and rubbing around the top of your glass.
Imagining that finger circling between my thighs.
It’s time for you to be the prey tonight my rugged man, I’ve decided.
In a moment the waiter is going to give you this note and room key.
Hurry tiger, I’ll be ready, wet and waiting.
Tonight you are the one who is going to be eaten.
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