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she stalks down silent corridors
measured pace
a huntress' dance
she passes empty, open rooms
fleeting grace
swift hungry glance
she follows footsteps marked in dust
hunting, swift
her prey retreats
she waits, then moves through garden paths
one last gift
heart's measured beats
she traces where the boy has been
frightened flight
his hidden eyes
watch her pass, he breathes relief
hopeful sight
he moves, he tries
she spins and leaps, her motions sure
arch and thrust
the boy is fleet
she moves with speed and confidence
half-chained lust
and pounding feet
she chases him a moment more
then she stops
her laughter loud
he turns as well, resigned, content
blond head drops
kneeling
proud

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*shrugs* Damned if I know. I'm now waiting for Cal to get off his ass and out of bed so we can go get my vicodin. It's waiting at the pharmacy. I promised him I'd go with him... I am now regretting it slightly, because it will mean wearing shoes, which sux when you have a giant blister on your foot. I walked around too much in high heels on Friday. *grin* I think I looked pretty hot in 'em, though. It was nice to feel that stunning, that attractive, even if it was only for one evening.