Interlude
By Ceana
There's a nervousness in the night as I wait for my beloved. My mind's awhirl in anticipation of what his skilled hands have in store for me. The night breeze cannot cool my burning flesh and patience is not a word I recognize tonight. I am breathless as I ache for him.
Silently, he stands behind me. Trembling, I feel his light warm breath on the back of my bare neck. I do not stir; I wait for his next move. His face inches slowly towards my ear. Lips parting, he whispers, "Run."
Prey and hunter hasten into the forest.