Longing Nights

I find myself searching for her

In the stillness of the damp night

Listening to hear her panting heartbeat after the hunt

Roaming through millions of shimmering small eyes

The familiar panic returns

My presence known to her

But there is no haste in her finding me

She Knows it’s me wondering in her shadows

I stand still, caught in the moment

Fixed in the vibrations of her sudden swift movements

Feeling her breath like a warm breeze through the trees

I surrender to my seemingly inevitable fate

The adrenaline and euphoria of fear drew closer

My palms turned out welcoming her

And as I fall back

I’m met by the softness of a strong body

Shining in the moon dim

Her eyes locked

The End

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