no dreams

So close
yet so far away
what I you now
I want for you to stay

Why do I feel
so conflicted inside
Why do I look at you
And always feel the butterflies

underneath the feelings
I know the truth
its something we must face
and you know it too

we are from two worlds
yet our hearts beat as one
we are on different planets
yet we set under the same sun

we are worlds apart
that is the way it seems
we can never be one
its better if we don't dream

The Huntress

Those eyes. I have seen them before. They watch me. following my every move. Begging me to come close. Wanted to come close to mine, but they dare not try. they peer at me from a safe distance. Never stepping close to mind. How do  draw them out? how do I get close to them and see what they hide? Their hazel hue pierce my heart, and speak to my soul. I Long to know they owner of those eyes. For they  catch my interest. What bait should I use to draw my prey closer? who trap shall I use? The possibilities are endless, but the outcome is the same.

maybe I shall creep close to those eyes and pounce like a lion in Africa. Creeping closer to my prey who will be unaware of my presence until It is too late and shes in my grasps. yes it shall bask in my glory and my eyes will be the ones that will pierce her heart Yes I can see it now. playing with my prey, toying with her before I tear it to shreds with my claws and teeth. the pain melting into pleasure would make for a blissful evening, as well as a memorable event. Yes this option is one of my favorites

Or maybe I should try A more subtle technique. Yes.......a more seductive technique. I will set up a trap and let the object that has caught my fancy come to me like a bee to honey. Yes.... I shall snare my prey like the skilled hunter I am. making each moment in my trap more tender and lasting than the last. I shall make her crave to be in my trap. I shall make her praise me as the skilled hunter I am. and she will be my trophy.

Those eyes. Oh how I am drawn to them. I must get a closer look. I must seem the owner of those piercing eyes up close. I must see what it is about them that has me snared. I want those eyes to be close to mine. the way they shimmer. The way they gleam. They are like pearls in this sea. I am surrounded by people, yet those beautiful eyes are all I see. I feel I am trapped by them. It seems the hunter.......has become the prey. This huntress knows what she is doing, and she is very skilled at what she does.

But.....no this can not be. I am not hunter, not they prey. I am the one in control here. I must show her she has met her match. I must make my move, for I am the Lion, the king. I have to admit she is a skilled tigress in her own right. She has devoured many prey of her own, put I shall not be one. She will marvel at my feet, and bow down to the best hunter. But..... those eyes, they ensnare and amaze me. They lure me close. they are hard to fight and I cant. They make me weak in the knees. They beauty is crippling. Seem I have lost this match, and I will gladly play the part of the prey, as long as those eyes are close to mind