Not A Single Word-1

One night when I was walking back home and it was a little late, so I was taking a shortcut and entered this small lane without proper lighting and just in front of me there was a girl I didn’t see her face but I could make out what was she like, tall, busty walking right in from of me leaving a trail of amazing scent. I don’t what got into me but I was getting that old familiar feeling again, I started stalking her, following that booty where ever she turned. Placing my every step carefully, all I wanted to do was to jump from behind and grab her there and then. I was losing it, I was getting restless and I started to get closer, until she reached her home and I had to go a separate way for mine. When I reached home I started thinking what was that, I myself didn’t know what was happening back there, what got into me. But man was I feeling alive back then. It was just like hunting, stalking your prey, watching anticipating their every move and waiting for the right time to strike. I didn’t want to hurt her or anything and I was sure it was not sexual then what was it? And I was very clear that I didn’t want to rape her. Then what did I want?