A Fleeting Finishing Blow

The ongoing game and my quick submission at the words you say.

The faintest notion tips, 

trips,

 tumbles.

Tangles of words,

incoherent mumbles. 

I devour each syllable,

words short and clipped.

I Seize their meaning 

by the wrists, 

“Do speak again sweet predator,”

I insist.

Every breath a burning flame,

swallowed whole

within your gunfire gaze.

Appraisingly,

 lazily,

your eyes glaze. 

Beholding me once, up and down.

Surrender I must,

suddenly stricken and spellbound.

Beneath your blistering stare, 

 I am eager to abandon 

each and every care.

Your lips then loosen, 

murmuring my name.

I watch the shape they make

rendering me as always

ever-eager

 prey.

With each implication claimed

I am utterly enamored, 

with every word

you dare

say.

Author's Note

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[Phill Oz O'fee]

Hi … lovely write and wonderful read - I trust you don't mind, but I've sent you a revamp via messages (only a little tweak) and hope you like my interpretation …. :-)