Vorfreude

From the viewpoint of a psychopath

The anticipation is driving me insane!

I can hear her pulse through the smell of sweat on her breasts.

The sweet, succulent sensation striving to be taken by force,

And I am the one who must fulfil this task.

My heart beats with hers in an attempt to connect psychologically.

Furious! She looks away as I stare into her eyes. Why?

I have an urge that must be satisfied like a serpent devouring a mouse.

I must feed or I will die, I must devour or I will not survive.