|Taking What He Wants|
January 25, 2007
He edged slowly through the forest, the twigs softly snapping under each step. Quietly he eased himself into a comfortable position, parting the leafy green curtain slightly so he could see the shimmering surface of the water. The sun was just casting its first rays from the sky, sending down tendrils to pierce the deep shadows in a sparkle of gold energy. The birds ceased their chatter to watch the intruder.
He had been here before, watching her. She had captivated him instantly. The connection was made and now it was impossible for him to break away. He saw her fragile beauty clearly. He wanted her for himself. He had to have her, take her home, she would be his trophy.
As if Diana, she materialised from the shadows of the trees. Her feet padded deep in the mulch of the wet forest floor. She stopped and tilted her head back to feel the rays of sun, He drank in her magnificence and revelled in her presence. He could not stop looking at her. He had never seen such a magnificent, frightening beauty. She was a storm of passion unleashed.
"I want you, I want you!" He cried out silently into the morning air, giving himself totally to that new sensation of shameless greed for this beautiful body. His hunger for her was growing, the blood calling deep.
Her firm muscles were well defined and glistened with drops of moisture from the dispersing mist. Her large brown eyes, framed by long lashes, looked eagerly at the cool inviting water. She flicked her head slightly to either side, alert for intruders. Satisfied she was alone, she waded out a short distance.
He watched her, approached her looking, as a predator focuses and locks on to his prey. She was in his sights, all his for the taking. He stepped from the cloak of the forest. His finger slowly tightened on the trigger.
The forest screamed in pain at the senseless loss of yet another four legged friend.