…I’ve resisted your coos and your well planned advances despite them being precise, well thought out-successful, just as you were trained to be -in any given situation; rote, like getting dressed.
Seduce her by any means possible.
I believe your mind was set on a conquest, a plan was formulated. Once that plan was put into action, it flowed through you, effortlessly. You’ve been tireless.
I admit, I rather like this game of chase, it feels good not only to be desired, but to be in absolute control of it. We don’t move until I said move.
And you, so charmingly persistent and on your best behavior…
I see through your chivalry- I feel what you crave-I crave too
but I know you like the thrill of the hunt–the chase, the conquest — the more challenging the pursuit, the better… the thought of the pursuer and the pursued.
I let you give chase, giving you a run for your money–but you’re gaining on me.
I’m unable to ward off your sweet nothing proposals and promises; I’ve lost the ability to thwart your advances.
Or maybe I just lost the desire to resist you.
Your presence over time has overwhelmed me, broken my defences-I can feel myself being consumed by you. I have no choice but to accept defeat, and surrender myself totally to you…
To be continued…
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