Arousal

The blank page leers at me
like an imperious tiger eyeing
the weak gazelle in the herd -
the small, delicate one with wild,
darting eyes.
His rough tongue
laps greedily at his carnivorous incisors.
He is not hungry – no,
solely cavalier.
A lust for domination primes his axons,
contracting muscles
that know only to devour.
Iron eyes – penetrating -
unclothe her vulnerabilities,
defy her to rise.