Waiting
waiting waiting for the cover of darkness. For the sweet silent
nothingness of night. I could happily sleep all day if only to live
in the night. To walk the dark streets hearing nothing but my own
footsteps. Feeling the wind caress my skin like a well known lover.
Each breath takes in the perfume of the air, intoxicating me with its
aroma. Like a sleek panther I stalk the night, my eyes open to any
opportunity. A game of prey and predator. I hide in the shadows,
circling any lighted areas. I wait. From the mist a figure appears.
Prey? Predator? I watch silently, my nerves tingling as if from an
electric shock. The energy is surging through every cell of my body.
Wait wait wait. I see more clearly. His light eyes cast a shine in
the light of the moon. He walks with the confidence of a predator,
nothing can touch him. He takes in every movement in the night, the
shadows, the light. He does not know what is silently waiting. Would
he turn if he knew? Or would he coil into a fighting stance, ready to
battle? I catch his scent on the breeze. It leaves me feeling dizzy,
unbalanced. It is unlike any scent I have come across. It dulls my
senses. I am in the shadows, undetectable. His gaze wanders and
stops. There is no way he could see me, unmoving and still. He
tenses, watching. It is a game of who will move first. The scent
changes, do I detect a slight infusion of fear? I grin and the light
catches the change in my position. He walks towards me, wary but
mostly unafraid. What could touch him in this night that he could not
defend himself from? I come out of the shadows. Like a panther ready
to spring my muscles are ready for the motion. His eyes are the
palest blue I have ever seen, almost like a glacier. The wind ruffles
his hair and I am distracted. His body is lean, giving the deception
that he is not strong. But as he gets closer I can feel the power in
his body. He knows he looks good, almost delicious. It is not normal
to say a man is beautiful but that is the word that escapes my lips.
His expression is confusion. Did he hear me utter that one breathless
word? His fear has melted away at my appearance. Someone should tell
him looks can be deceiving. Am I the prey this time, for I feel like
I cannot move. I am frozen in place from his scent, his beauty, his
eyes that are ice but melt me. He stands before me, waiting. I am
enchanted, cannot break free from the hold his eyes have on me. He
raises one hand, touching my cheek. Caressing gently. A smile forms
on his lips, playful. His hand on my face is hot, taking my breath
away. I reach up to his face with the same caress. I grin and say
prey. His hand reaches around to my neck, drawing me in closer. I
close my eyes anticipating a kiss. He whispers in my ear, predator.
Then he is gone, where he once stood is only the remnants of his
intoxicating scent. I hear a laugh come to me as I turn to find him.
The game is on.