Prey

Her kohl rimmed eyes danced over her glass

An impish expression lit them

And she spun circles around the minds of men;

They were drawn in, all of them

By the cheeky grin and her insouciant, almost irreverent chatter;

Uncertain laughter on their lips as they discovered themselves wanting

Facile homilies being uttered and passed as quick wit then

To catch her nimble brain

They ran hard and gasped for breath and looked up

Why were her eyes still dancing?

And so it began, all over again

The hunt.

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