Primal

There's intensity in these eyes,
in this heart.
It's seconded only by rage.
I feel like an animal that's been caged for too long,
restless and starving.

This urge is primal. It's more than simple desire,
but pure need; the need to ravage,
to spread the folds and pierce soft skin,
to taste the ocean on your lips.

I promise your take down will come swiftly.
Pinned firmly to the bed and stripped of those Miss Me jeans
as if your very life depended on it.

Consensual sex doesn't have to be nice,
ripping the thong away and pushing your legs back,
hastily pulling you to me
ready to strike heaven.

Pushing you, pulling you, stretching you out
till there's nothing left but our scent in the air
and the dawn in our eyes.

I mean to take what's given
and drive you far beyond the vocals of pleasure,
beyond physical reaction,
beyond the edge.

I mean to break you
and you'll love me for it.