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Heat Seeker

My heart pounds with yearning
And only she stills it
My need is a vacuum and only she fills it

When instinct takes over,
the man goes away
When the beast breaks the surface,
and the animal holds sway.
It is only she who will suffice.  

When the power of nature flows freely, a predator is what I become. Like a tiger shark on a tuna or the tawny mountain lion after a deer. I am the midnight black Amazonian jaguar prowling the steamy rain forest while hot on the scent of his mate.
Only she affects me this way.

I'm aching to have her. My hunger is great.
The cage has been opened. No more will I wait.
She knows...
I am coming
for her.

Her eyes give the permission that is all I need to proceed. I move quickly in response to her call. I am eager for the dark things she will do to me. For this very reason, I do seek her now.

From my need, there are no hiding places.
The darkest room is no refuge.
By the ebb and flow of electrical current in the room, I know exactly where she is.
The air she exhales fills the room with a sweetness that carries my sharp edged desire into the realm of frenzy.
From the subtle scents perfuming the air I breathe, I can sense how she feels.
With just a quick slithering of my tongue across my lips; like a mighty serpent, I become aware of all of her.
I know what she wants, just what she needs, and exactly how deliciously exquisite her body will taste.

In my marrow, I feel her need resonating,
reverberating.
It pulses outwards,
forcefully and wavelike, throughout the open spaces between us.
Deep in my chest I hear her song. I feel it strumming my nerves and my bones
(Carlos Santana and "black magic woman"; John Lee Hooker, all "boom boom boom" and "bang bang bang"; Howling Wolf got me howling at the moon";  Oh yeah, this "fat bottom girl making my rocking world go round" and round again)
and making my taut muscles vibrate wildly to her rhythms.
 
I feel her presence as pure heat in the room. It's so much more than warm in here now.
The ceiling fan cannot cool it.
Central air stands no chance.
The motion of air only circulates her scent more and further stirs my highly stoked flaming desire. Spine tingling energy hangs heavy in this atmosphere like a charge before lightning strikes. She is aroused, as I am, and breathing much faster. The way she licks her lips in teasing anticipation excites me even more.
Because she wants me, I want her even more still.

I crave those soft lips. I yearn for those thighs.
My hands ache to touch her. Lust burns in my eyes.

This woman I've sought and felt from across time and space, moves swiftly to me. She sets fire to my soul as she closes the gap and places her skin tight against my flesh.

She wants to be kissed while my hands are upon her. She seeks to devour my lips and my tongue. I let her. She has me on fire. What else can I do but oblige her 'til up comes the sun?
I must have this woman. I am going to have this woman. There is fire in my loins. It will not be denied. I will have my way with this lady. She called me here for exactly the purpose which I have come.
She wants me as fiercely as I want to have her. It's written in the set of her mouth, upon her face. I hear it in the tempo of her breaths. It shows strongly in the hungry glaze that shines in her eyes. And upon her skin, the hint of moisture has begun to glisten. Desire swells her breasts with each indrawn breath. And her nipples rise enticingly and strain against the lace of her gown.

(And yes, there is more)
Written by FATBOY300PLUS
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