You felt me, I know, whispering in your ear. I saw you set your jaw and clench your fists, your nails digging into your palms. The friend beside you asked, "You all right, mate?" and you assured him you were, hoping he couldn't tell how much faster your heart had begun to beat.
You've wanted to put your hands on me from the moment you first saw me, and whether to caress or strangle, even you're not sure. There is conflict in you.
And today when you reminded me you are the bigger dragon . . . "I could eat you up," you told me, and I had to laugh. Bigger is not smarter. And smaller is often quicker.