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he told me
the allure
the aphrodisiac
was all in the chase
the pursuit of the objective
the plan of attack
the blueprint etched in the start
and the happy endings
he told me
the moments that made him sweat
the sleepless nights
the imagination running wild
the things he would do
once he had the prey in his possession
not mounting it on the wall
or
maybe he might just do that
whispering to it
how long he desired it
and
how difficult
yet
unquenchably desirous he was of it
he told me
that nothing short of death would keep him from it
not owning it
in a sense
but having it in his possession
to admire it
salivating during the length of the hunt
and watching it salivate
as it watched him transport it home
yeah
he told me
it was strange
his prey watched him from across the room
stalking him
measuring his steps
not to pounce
but
awaiting the moment of its capture
would not put up too much of a fight
not waiting to get away
and be pursued by another hunter it didn't want to be captured by
he told me
that's what she told him
never knowing at the time
all along
she
was the hunter
and
he
was the game
