The Beast Beneath...

 
 
Serene...
A high full moon sends
a slivered spotlight
through plantation shutters
to my bed
to my resting head
Lips parted in a gasp
Pale, naked skin enlightened
brightened
flushed
My hands
My fingers
Become someone else’s
And they travel...
 
In crowds,  
my hands, my touch
is my own
never roaming far
Fear and self-loathing
are dangerous, stifling prisons
So I slip my cock inside an angel
Standing yards away
Here fluttering sundress
long legs
ivory smile
calling my name  
But it will all stay fast within
Deep in a cruel dream
far away...
 
In the moonlight, my fingers flex
and a silver laced pixie
coos and whispers
something sexy
in the dark
her subtle shimmer slides
across my mind
and my fingers are hers  
a low groan  
and a jerk of my hips
and she smiles wide at her own effect
 
And the Beast growls
and chuffs
beneath...
 
In rooms full of people
that all know my face, my name
blind to my soul
my blood
the heat
The searing, boiling heat...
A smile here
A flip of hair there
My mind fills the space between her thighs
with me
The Beast rumbles  
licks his lips
at the thought of licking hers
 
Civilized  
A modern man
in control of his hands
and wary of the pain  
expected
ironclad
The Beast commands courage
bravery  
Brevity
“Look her in the eye, and take,”
he demands  
in a deep baritone
Am I safe from her...?
Or do I keep her safe from me?
From the Beast...?
 
The slivered moonlight
paints a cage of shadows
across my outstretched nudity
Silver pixie points at my cock
wickedly
with her tongue
She doesn’t know...
She can’t know about the Beast
She knows
She savors (wants) the heat in his growls
slides her sparkled fingers up my shaft
and pleads reeeeeal nice
She wants him
Craves him  
The horned and sinewy animal  
beneath my skin...
 
I can’t take much more of this
The strain
The pain
of solitude and cold sheets
The bull of me
The Beast in me  
demands satisfaction
my conscience withholds with patience
The veins crack across
the Beast’s broad throat
as he quakes in lustful rage
He Will Be Sated
 
Silver Pixie doesn’t know what she’s asking for...
 
The Beast’s veins
break out on my own arms
His horns curve with power
inside my brain
His eyes flare wild and barely controlled
in mine
with fire and lust
and lightning to thrust
(rage divine)
in his soft, tender victim
 
Silver pixie pleads anxiously
She wants him
Wants to taste the pearl essence
of his stormy whims
 
And the Beast growls
and chuffs
beneath...
 
...and emerges in cerebral flame
 
The shadows scatter
and the moon stares in shock
Silver pixie is locked
in my
(The Beast’s)
muscular hands
Fingers make a pulsing fist in her hair
hard clutch
she sucks
Oxygen/Erection Muscle
for dear life
My Tauren lips
bellow
dark orgasmic intentions
and silver pixie’s eyes roll deliciously back
in her gleaming head
 
The first shower of my soul
sprays webs of hot passion
across her waiting cheeks
and still she murmurs “more...”
My muscles flex -  
 
(my fingers twisting across my dick)
 
and the lustful dream is on her back
I open her legs like butterfly wings
and smell sweet sex in the air
with primal instinct
Her thighs between  
her chest and mine
I enter slowly -  
 
(my fingers swirl with a flourish)
 
burying the beast of my Beast
to the hilt
in her slick silver pussy
high-pitched whimpering moans
escape her lips
echo in my mind (my dreams)
driving me harder
and leaving sanity behind
 
My fingers dig into the flesh of her hips
I piston in and in and further in
She tightens  
She spasms
“Oh GOD!”
and she shakes
And I boil
and I boil
as I pump her with every muscle
a small silver hand squeezes my cabled arm
“Give it to me...” she purrs between breaths
 
And the Beast bellows
 
My seed bursts like a shotgun
in her
within her
“paint me”
and on her
and silver sparkles are painted white
and she smiles
Diamond eyes find mine
in the sudden serenity
My broad chest rising  
falling
rediscovering breath
“You’re welcome...” the dream echoes
 
...
 
My eyes flutter open in search of tissues
What an ungodly mess I’ve made
in the slivered moonlight
in this cage of shadows
alone in a cold bed
soaked with my sweat
Alone
to clean up the creature’s primal mess
 
At least the Beast has been sated
 
 
...for a while...