Like puppies in a basket
Or actors on a stage
I just wanna play with you.
You scrutinize and stare
As the famished lion watches his prey
A longing hunger growls thick inside
Watching her free and innocent steps
With hard, squinted, aching eyes.
Beautiful, and tender bouncing before him
It pains him and he wants, it.
I strut and play before you!
She grasps for breath in excited exertion
With smooth, fragile movements
Poking and giggling and running away
Let’s play a game, she says.
What do you taste like? I wonder
Prancing, like a wild filly on a brisk day
I laugh, and tickle and prod around
To see if you’ll follow, I lick you and run away.
With a carefree smirk I glance back
Determined, with a patient expression, you follow
Yearning, holding back, waiting for a wrong move.
Impatience grows, but you control yourself
Watching with experience, the game before you.
As your pretty little songbird dances and sings
Your eyes glaze over, intent on other things
My game is over, you’re no fun
I want to put you back now
Back on your shelf, I’m done.
You keep coming on, moving in,
I don’t understand…
I back away, my playful eyes quiver, confused.
You can go away now…
Flustered and scared,
Each backward step, yours forward, quicker.
I choke on my fear
He found his chance.
Her dance was over,
He played his game
She didn’t understand.