Whitewater Gorge If I Beg, if I Plead

she is confident, void of trepidation, and it is commendable. robust figure seats itself before her, eyes looming over her figure...she was ravishing if he were looking to ravish. things of the nature had yet to be inviting to him. he did not scrutinize long over her inquiry and solitary word drips from him, "no," he sneers his word in blatant denial. he did not want her--and she would not have him. his own means of penalty. arrogant in his inference she would even wish for him, "what do you search for?" legs advance him forward and he observes he is keen to know how close he can draw to her. his mark to impede on her personal space--peculiar if she let him-- honestly betwixt possibilities if she did. it were, above all else, he hunted association. loneliness did not instinctively become their species.