A man in a dark corner of a dingy bar, sipping on whiskey;
He’s watching me.

Hunger raging like fire in his eyes, recording my every move;
Watching;
Waiting;
Wanting.

He knows I’ve noticed and winks across the bar, staring cockily;
I rise from my seat.

He nods to me slowly, acknowledging me, telling me with his eyes:
He wants to take me home tonight.

I know how to have fun with a predator, I ignore him;
The dance floor is calling.

He watched long and hard, switching his position and beckoning;
He’s ready.

I shake my head at him, my eyes smiling sexily, I toss my head;
“No;”
I’m on a hunt of my own.

Turning smooth as a snake, I wink; she smiles and slinks down the stairs,
Approaching me;
Answering me;
Accepting me;
Taking my hand and smiling that secret smile,
“Let’s go home.”

I smirk in triumph:
The man, rejected, pissed, and hard,
Watches me take my delectable prize home.