i like a conquest the thrill of the hunt stalking the prey in the woods springing upon it and seeing the surprise in its eyes when it finds itself in my jaws and realizes it is caught the feeling of its muscles tense then yield
i like a man who isn't afraid
i like a challenge the tingle up my spine when i notice there is something other than i in the woods the chill of a moonlit night the confidant eyes peering at me through the underbrush the rigid posture of the shoulders as it shows itself the bristling hairs of its rough the excitement of the leap the pressure and weight of its body the definance of its jaws as they close and hold my throat his captive
i like a man who knows what he wants
