playfight

Your eyes flash green
I watch you smile
whisper predator, or prey?
the hunter and the hunted
such a violent game to play

I watch it in your eyes
and you move with liquid grace
I feel the smile grace my lips
because I'm not afraid  

you stalk towards me
with a feline grace
I watch the way you move
trapped, I'll be the hunters prey

suddenly you catch me
and I squeal with sweet delight
as you pin me with your lips
but I won't give up the fight.

seduction so like violence
and yet a child's game
sometimes I am the hunter
sometimes I am the prey