FireCat

He felt my eyes burning into his skin

The agile moving of my hips took his mind on trips

To intimate spaces in dark places.

My smoldering fire made his face flush and his body perspire

The glide in my stride sent a fever up his spine

It was then, I knew he was mine.

His lips parted and sputtered out a short, controlled exhale

This male was shook with one sly look

Do I try? Or pass him by?

I flirt with the possibility of maybe

Yet don't entertain the certainty

I'm a woman that lives for the hunt

Don't mean to be blunt

But I abhor easy prey; no whore

I take my time

Dropping pick-up lines isn't my forte

Nor my favorite type of foreplay

If you want to walk this way

I need a reason beyond what you say

There are many reasons why I depart

Yet the art is finding one to make me stay