The Intrigued Hellcat

To Reaper

Your hot gaze-
lasers scan
my skin.

I stare into
ocean eyes
and move my bishop
past your knight.

The game has begun.
The well-seasoned hunter versus
the half-tamed hellcat
with almond-shaped
bedroom eyes.

The tension pulses
between us-
beats from
a subwoofer.

The thrill rushes like speed
through my veins,
I will see this to its end.
It's your move,
isn't it?