Creatures

I thought I heard you…
A summons to come…
Then realised I didn’t actually hear a thing…
Nothing but the ever present, incessant chatter of the animal night, all insect busy and bat wing flutter, swelling to stifle the false clamour of city sound and human noise, all distraction and artifice receding into insignificance…
So I imagined I imagined it.
Until it came again and only then did I realise, I’d sensed it… Felt it… My instincts attuned to your command… Alluring, irresistible, impossible to ignore…
Torn between man world and fairy tale, animal trapped in your thrall, I am slave to your insistence. So now, stealing through the deep, dark, warm wood of our land, mellow mist parting in my wake, I pace across pillow-soft moss, plant perfume bursting beneath my tread, leaf mould and living soil, luxurious carpet under-foot, the scent of all warm living matter and the rot of cold dead around me, surrounds me as I follow the line of light towards your beacon, beckoning, luring, enticing…
At sea, sirens sing similar blissful incantations. Sounds of seduction that would play easily to my pitiful, primal weakness and depraved fascinations. My hope is my hopes are not dashed on the rocks of delusion tonight.
Centuries of minutes witness my progress as I advance with steady conviction. Knowing you are waiting, I plot my path between tall tree towers and low bramble tangle, weaving in and under, out and over this forest floor until I smell new…
I smell you… faint and fine at first, amongst the mingle mix of earthy essence, then sweet on the air, special and spectacular above the normal of nature.
As I close in, moth-like to bright light, more and more of my civilised sense of self fades to shadow as primitive me emerges, billowing powerful as the pregnant moon at the height of the month. Step by step I shed my daylight clothing to be naked in the night, so you will not mistake my true nature when I stand before you…
It wasn’t always this way. There was a time I was free. Once in a real time before I was taken, smitten and bitten. Before I knew of your existence. Before I had tasted you…  Now, a desperate street slut for your love, a hopeless hound on heat for your bitch body, a filthy junky for your drug dirt lust, I crawl and writhe with this yearning, this desperation. A mental, habitual muscle memory, submissive to your mesmerising, enchanting frequency of power across time and space, pounding the ground to reach you, I vision you… My Venus vixen, waiting for me, reclining in your chamber, languishing in your lair, in sly-smile confidence that you have me captured…
And so, I come upon you but my presence is no secret. You hear me breathing like wind through the canopy, my heart pounding like waves on the spring tide. You can smell the man me as I can smell the woman you, maddened by our mingled musk, intoxicated by our pheromone sex stink we pause and stare. You into me, me into you, gazing like star struck innocents high on love, leering like lust starved libertines, eyes feasting, breasts panting.
We approach, slow stalking low, high in anticipation, bristling with electric impulse to pounce…
We then lunge and grab and clasp then hold… statue still, hardly daring to move to break the spell. Then, we grapple and growl, tumble and fall into a filth minded frenzy onto the tangle of bedding, strewn in knots, infused with your perfume, stained with sin.
We tear away clothing, craving to be liberated from the madness of our rag covered modesty. Fabrics discarded and shredded, free from restriction, our flesh made bare, breathes in the touch of air on naked skin. Blood pumping pure and pulsing through our systems, rampant, stiff, sinew strong and muscle dense, I crush hard against you, soft, yielding, plush and pliant in my grip. Now, your lips on mine, licking at the salt-sweat tears of desperate desire, we kiss in a rabid, ravenous fever, tongues dancing and searching…
I can smell the bitter, iron sweet scent from the blue vein trace beneath your pale breast, skin-surface shallow but deep and rich and red. I swoon at the hint of your secret secretions, intoxicating as my lascivious tongue craves all of you, lapping at your flesh and folds, kiss covering your curves, licking, dipping, delving into moist havens, all to have all of you, as much of you as I can consume of you… Fixation, furnace fueled, my nipping teeth to your neck, I crave to bite into the meat of you, I crave to be inside you…
You wrap your sapling arms around me, thorny talons scoring my skin, digging in to take possessive hold. I lift you up and throw you down, your limbs, spread in unashamed flagrance, open for me… And I enter… Slow, slow, slow, so we savour this sensation until temptation tests us and then, thrusting hard and deep, deep, deep until you envelop me up into the liquid velvet of your bowels and we become one, cock cunt-clenched creature, prick pinioned in paradise, locked and joined, a single beast crucified on the altar of sheer wanton passion…
Sighing in gasps, singing in groans of blissful acquiescence, haunches humping, hips heaving, base and bestial, we fuck, push and plunge into each other, sinking and drowning into the luxurious fathoms of this carnal communion, lifting and rising on thermals of euphoria, all control lost to this furious exaltation as we race to the end, to reach the start of our climb to ecstasy. This fire and friction radiates through us, spilling from our loins, through our guts, out to the four corners of our physical selves, compelling us, forcing us towards that blinding, white light moment where body and mind implode in a shock shudder of all-encompassing rapture and all animal, creatures and man break free from dull duty and earth tied ground and know a fleeting glimpse of wide sky heaven…  

I wake… I stir… I open my eyes to blinding, mind numbing white light, pouring through your window…
I squint and look about your room, to find you gone, out into the daylight day, having left me here to deep sleep recover in your bed. I drop my lead weight head back to the pillow and curl into a ball, trying to remember any details of the night before. My limbs are stiff, my muscles ache and I cannot recall why I am sore and raw…

And why are there scratches all over my skin…

And why are there patches of blood on the sheets...