In hot pursuit.
You are pursuing me –
constantly.
I can feel the warmth
of your intent.
It is as passionate
as the pheromones
exuding from your body
and your mind.
My defenses can not compete
with my desire to become
overcome and enslaved
by you –
in every way,
and all the time.
And I’m in ecstasy
because I know that
the more that you pursue me,
the sooner I will capture you
and possess you.
I am yours.
And you’ll be mine.
It is true,
and is not sad —
not by any means.
It is …
unavoidable.
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