I can feel you behind me. Almost caught up with me. I dodge you. I know what will happen when you catch me. You love the chase.
I know I’m your bait. You want me, you’re my beast. Eager for a taste of me. Will I fight you? Or let you sink your teeth in me?
I can feel my wetness while I run, my body betraying me. God, you would eat me up. I just know it. You would make me into a mess. You would fuck me rough. I turn around and stop.
”Come get me.”
