Run your fingers gently over my body. Over the places you touched less gently last time. See by feeling~~what you did, what marks you left, what trace I bear.
When you pick up the trail, who shall you find? What quarry do you track by its spoor in my flesh? Is it me, your usual prey~~always on the run but never out of reach? Or is it you who hides under my skin, evading your own sharp claws? Is it you you stalk through my warm valley. Is it you in me you seek? Is it you? It is. It's you. #trace
That was for #MastoPrompt on April 30, #trace. (I ran out of characters of course)