Luring the Hunter...
Its there,
that feeling,
that someones watching
just a few feet away...
You turn
and see the hunter,
a seductive grin,
on his face...
You feel flush,
just the slightest bit,
and you know by his wink
that he knows it...
You turn back
to form your plan...
He comes to your side,
the hunter, the man...
You make small talk,
sip your drink from time to time...
As he whispers in your ear,
you feel the longing flowing off of him...
Til you understand
what he said to you...
And softly, you answer back,
the answer he seemed to have already knew...
He leaves first,
heads straight out the door...
You smile,
run your fingers through your hair...
Knowing the hunter is falling
for the lure...
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