Hunter and hunted poetry

[br****]

Hunter POV:
It’s not enough to touch you.
I want to tear into you —
sink into every place you’ve kept untouched,
leave you shaking, marked,
and haunted by the taste of me.

I want you restless without me,
hungry in a way nothing else will feed.
I want you dreaming about my hands,
waking up aching for the way I take.

And when I’m done…
there won’t be a part of you that doesn’t know who you belong to.

Hunted POV:

There’s a certain thrill in the cat and mouse game…
The way it tastes when someone finally decides to put me back in my place
Somethings can’t be taken. They have to be lured out slowly until they come to you on their own.
See, I’m not running, I’m just making it worth your while to catch me. And when you do, you’ll realize I was never really out of your reach

[Bo****]

Would you ever rip balloons apart to pop them?