High heels

My ears perk up at the sound, I can easily pick it out through all the chaotic clamor of a busy street, piercing by nature, provocative in its connotation, sultry through its delivery. It draws my eyes to the production of this sound, a simple conformation of aesthetics sets the wheels in motion or halts them entirely. At my most primal state i am still an animal, and instincts never fail to lead me to my prey, its free will that lines up the attack and courage that executes. Be my pray and ill chase your beauty through these streets, walk away and ill admire from a distance. The sound slowly fades away but never ceases to draw undivided attention, you must remember we're all animals looking to feed.