by joetwo

They step into my sight
Naive and foolish, full of misplaced confidence
Ripe for the taking
They show all the hallmarks
Skirts barely there, high heels too tall
Giving poor balance on the sticky nightclub floor
They waver, giggle to each other
The telltale sign of too much drink in too young a body
The sign of vulnerability
I check my weapons
Charming eyes, mischievous smile, disarming words
I am ready to go after my prey
And tonight, I might just get lucky