He hunts at Dusk

Before anything else, I saw his shadow dance on the wall.
And I played the fool like I never saw it coming.
Like I never missed the embrace that covered my every inch so well.
And gentle. Though he was a mass of raw, hot energy.
Of raw, hard meat.
Ssshhh, he's coming. And I whispered out a moan.
But only in pure anticipation.
His arrival was taking too long, though it only took him a second.
He closes in.
He breathes down on me. Tempting my body to notice his prescense.
But I play hard, dumb. Like I don't want what I know I NEED.
Him. Just him. On me, By me, Near me, In me . . Just him.
So he flips me with hungry hands.
My senses come back to life.
"You're mine. And I need you now."
"No.." I groan. As I anticipate his next move.
Yes . . A simple kiss on the neck gets me moist I must admit.
"Please." A dangerous whisper as he nibbles my ear.
"Let me have you now."
I shake my head in dissaproval. Butterflies in my gut.
Mmmmmmmm I can taste his scent. I can feel his warmth.
His HARDness his HOTness
He pleads a little more as he sneaks his way down, down, down . .
I shove.No, bad boy. I dissaprove once more. But he's had enough.
He changes in an instant and I love the rush."Give it to me NOW!"
My predator has come out to play and feast on his conquest.
I'm shocked and relieved all at once.
And I fall and surrnder to my commander and chief.
Thinking that I'll be begging for his mercy in a little bit.
So he's won again. Because after all, I'm just his prey.
And as it all ends,I want to see our shadows dancing on the wall.