Beastie

Always, she prowls just beneath the surface,
The angelic, the sweet, the beatific ripped to shreds in seconds,
She stalks back and forth, forward and back,
Continually testing her cage.

On those rare occasions when she is set free,
She is all teeth and claws, settling for nothing less than a primal rutting,
She fights every advance, tests ability, mind and body of her adversary,
She never settles, never compromises.

She is exquisite in her strength and appetite,
She requires battle scars, the proof of the taking,
She possesses an insatiable need for pain, inflicted and received,
She is no trifle, she is no child, she is no submissive.

She requires brute strength,
Her body brutally and physically possessed,
Pinned, tied and her compliance forced,
By those who are not afraid to bleed.

For the capture is only the foreplay,
Now the hunter must sate her, and this requires primal skill,
To take her neck in teeth, sink fingertips in muscles,
To pin her down by her throat.

She demands to be ravaged,
This is to be a taking, she yields to no man,
Violent pounding, balls deep rutting, sweat on sweat sliding,
Possessing mouth, cunt and ass and seeding them all.

She will never stop in her quest to better you,
She will never lay still and allow you your ministrations,
No, give her an opening and she will rip you apart,
She will take you and everything last thing she desires from you.

She will never given an inch,
She will decimate the lesser, she will own them,
She is the primal, the very best, the most savage of me,
Know well the price of unleashing this beastie before you unlock her cage.