And what a fantasy it is. This girl - this lioness - toys around with her prey, let's it run, and gets a little closer.
All the while you stalk in the tall grass like a hopeful voyeur. Envious of the soon-to-be-consumed wildebeest. And the irony is lost, because that wildebeest is lucky to be prey to such a glorious predator.
so from that bit of back and forth, you might consider that patricia's chap might put up a fight.
and that would make the conquest all the sweeter.
good to see you bursting into print on my page mate but no need for me to punctuate, annotate and oscillate prior to your postings - you have your 5hit in a tin when it comes to annunciating what it is that makes your ticks tick and i see it as ours, the casual observers' role, to kick you around a bit so that you ask a few questions of not just your wordsmithery but your motives too.
just like you do when you critique my awkward attempts :-))