Tonight

 Tonight.
I’m not promising you sex.
Certainly not love.

Tonight is about is fucking.

One male animal,
Me.

Fucking one female animal,
You.

Just like those dogs,
Horses,
Pigs,
Birds,
You watch,
In video clips,
Over and over,
On the internet;
Fucking.

We’re going,
To roll around,
Nip at each other,
Grope,
Squeeze,
Lick,
Scratch some,
Leave marks,
On each other,
And fuck.

It will be rutting,
With growling,
With grunting,
Your cunt contracting,
My cock spurting,
My seed spilling,
Into you.

I’ll pound,
Into you,
Until you,
Are beyond aroused,
Forget who are,
Forget who I am,
Until your orgasms,
Leave you exhausted,
Lifeless,
Spent,
Until I’m flaccid,
Limp,
Empty.

We will be,
Two feral alley cats,
Two wild jackals,
Until we are,
Two used up bodies,
Covered in sweat,
Smelling of old soured sex,
Until we roll away,
From each other,
Lying back-to-back,
Butts touching,
Passion quenched,
And sleep.