Call of the Wild
And so
my mind wanders
back to that night,
under the full moon,
when I grasped
at your hair
pulling your
head back.
With muscles tensing,
and my claws
ripping at your skin,
I open my mouth
and close my jaws
on your throat,
scraping at your delicious
skin with my canines.
Fighting with
every inch of humanity
to not tear your skin,
and joyously drink
down your blood,
I feel your body
pleasantly quiver and undulate
in my arm,
and your purring
resonates in my ears.
Do your still
hear these thoughts
in your dreams,
do these images
still skim across
your consciousness,
does the residue
of my blood
still cling
to your lips,
and does that
bronzy taste
sit on the
back of your tongue?
It does for me.
And yes....
I still feel
my lionesss' hair
curled around
my claws.
My beasts
of this realm,
fill my ears
with your questions,
as I howl my feelings
into the moonlit night.
Do you hear it,
as a chip of alabaster
falls from the ever-present
crack in my heart.
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