The hunting!

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I feel like I’m being observed
A wild carnivore is chasing down my steps
I feel it’s breath all over the neck
I can’t move… I know it’s you

Strange obsession
Guilty possession
The scent of fear is in the air
My fear… Your mesmerizing scent…

I feel like I’m being measured
By your frightening and alluring sight
The sight of odd desire
Such a terrible predator for my inspiration…

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