The Eye of the Beast

 
In the stillness of society
at desks
in cars
on the avenues and bars
I hold fast to sanity
biting my lip
to withhold depravity
But then you arrived
Beautiful
Bright eyed
And awakened the thing
waiting in the deep...

...

Silly girl
You wandered into my gaze
The forest
The haze
of my crazed
lustful musings

Silly girl
so innocent
in your hourglass stride
with no place to hide
from my wanting

Oh, just dwelling
on what I want to do to you
makes me growl...

Do you see me in my lion’s gait?
Circling slowly
quietly lowing
The hunt is on
sweet little fawn
and you won’t know
what claimed you
until I’m thick inside you
Teeth claiming your throat
Hot breath
Muscles flexed

Silly girl
You beckoned the Beast
when he is hungry...

A chiseled silhouette
beneath the cool blue moon
behold
and let your breath catch
your pulse quicken
your inner thighs tighten
at the sight...

Oh, just attempting
to slow down my craving for you
makes me growl...

That’s right
Try to run
Try to break free
from the massive fingers
around your wrists
Plead and whimper
with your cries
Your eyes
quiver with curiosity
your words are ghosts
You Are Mine

I growl and grunt and chuff
primal anticipation
as I turn your clothes to rags
every muscle
(EVERY muscle)
pulses with heat
with need

My hands spread you
crucified
on fertile ground
fertile for me
For this...

Silly girl
You wandered into my gaze
And now my gaze holds you
frozen
stupefied
anxious
for the first thrust of knowledge

In the eye of the Beast
you are tender around me
as I slide
hot masculine truth
into you
No costume for this lust
anymore
No mask for this wanton craving
anymore
Every vein and artery and shadow
within me
builds boiling roiling
to rush within you

In the eye of the Beast
you are warm and helpless
your moist virtue coaxing my cock
your pleading eyes unsure in the shock
your voice
mutterings of resistance
and breathy gasps of change
changing to...
“take me...take me...”

In the eye of the Beast
Your mouth is open
to breathe me
as I breathe you
with heaving shoulders
tightened chest
flexing hips
Lips that never close
as I invade you
Sweet songs of moaning praise
as my cock claims you

In the eye of the Beast
the moon paints you
blue and lustful
blushing, slutty, and enslaved
to the muscle quickening
between your legs
the thrusting crisis building
in speed and depth
deeper and deeper
into your rabbit hole
Moan for me
Cry out for me
Let me hear the damage done
to the innocent one
before this

In the eye of the Beast
a storm is brewing
So deep inside you
My fire binds you
in my hands
beneath my body
Your cries rise in pitch
My groans hit a hitch
and I growl into your mouth
as something cracks inside
A hurricane blows
inside your womb
with rage
and I’m still not done pumping you

I’ll never be done pumping you...

You are mine
You Are Mine!
You Are MINE!!!

...

In the eye of myself
you’re better off
without my touch
but behind my eyes
the Beast can lust all he wants
and stoke the fire brightly
to keep me moving...