I'm the girl you kiss once before you flee. The girl you lose your breath chasing after until her arms and legs give way. You tackle my fatigued body to the ground, and we roll through the grassy ground, my limp body positioned and posed by your strong, veiny hands. The lion devours the lamb and takes his leave. Your menacing gait marching into the night, powered by a victorious pursuit. My lifeless corpse left alone in the dark. The memory of the chase locked away safely in your mind, for you to retrieve one day in your warm nest, over the soft sounds of your life-mate, slumbering on your chest.