Like a beast prowling in the night
eyes glittering with light
I run and race
trying to keep pace
so as to not loose my heart.
You circle around
nosing in the darkness
finding my scent and able to follow.
No matter where I hide
no matter how I camouflage
myself in the garden.
Our scents arise
battling with the night air
lust and desire
a need that craves to be fulfilled.
You ghost up behind me
silently padding on wolfen feet
pouncing as though I were prey
my submission
your dominance
as you mark me as yours.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
Nov. 28/17.
