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Mood Swing #16: Carnality
it's a very real thing
something that can't actually be heard
but needs to be felt
needs a space to roam
wild and free...without limits
with senses heightened
eyes glimmering in
the shadows of the forest
peaking while peeking beyond the dark
sniffing the trail of pheromones
back to its heated source
salivating in salacious thought
dripping in a dank and heavy mood
stalking patiently
waiting...waiting for his moon
to illumine the silvered silhouette
of his nocturnal desires
into his direct line of sight
haunting his famine as he hunts
crouched...ready to pounce
and devour a delicacy of opaqueness
this winter figurine is offering
in the still of the night
steadied in sacrificial submission
as his carnal incarnate
prepared to slake his thirst
and sate his hunger
until the howling that lurks
beneath tense muscles and tendons
finds its release as he
feasts relentlessly
upon her aching providence
something that can't actually be heard
but needs to be felt
needs a space to roam
wild and free...without limits
with senses heightened
eyes glimmering in
the shadows of the forest
peaking while peeking beyond the dark
sniffing the trail of pheromones
back to its heated source
salivating in salacious thought
dripping in a dank and heavy mood
stalking patiently
waiting...waiting for his moon
to illumine the silvered silhouette
of his nocturnal desires
into his direct line of sight
haunting his famine as he hunts
crouched...ready to pounce
and devour a delicacy of opaqueness
this winter figurine is offering
in the still of the night
steadied in sacrificial submission
as his carnal incarnate
prepared to slake his thirst
and sate his hunger
until the howling that lurks
beneath tense muscles and tendons
finds its release as he
feasts relentlessly
upon her aching providence
Published 21st Mar 2023
| Edited 22nd Mar 2023
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21st Mar 2023 3:27pm
I cannot help but swoon at the metaphor...and the witty word play... (peaking, peeking) I'm a huge werewolf fan, so there's an immediate connection, totally drawing me in....
Lost in the delicious hunt... roaming... searching... Letting go and giving into the internal drive to explore, testing one's limits .. Taking stock of the sheer rampant need but also relishing in the strength of patient control.... blood pumps harder, when finally finding the perfect sustenance... tempting and taunting an awakening... until the beast is uncontrollable mad with hunger... which absolutely REQUIRES him to be fed... And oh how glorious the gluttony is...
Yesss!
Thank you for taking me on your poetic pursuit!
🌹-🐺
-B
Lost in the delicious hunt... roaming... searching... Letting go and giving into the internal drive to explore, testing one's limits .. Taking stock of the sheer rampant need but also relishing in the strength of patient control.... blood pumps harder, when finally finding the perfect sustenance... tempting and taunting an awakening... until the beast is uncontrollable mad with hunger... which absolutely REQUIRES him to be fed... And oh how glorious the gluttony is...
Yesss!
Thank you for taking me on your poetic pursuit!
🌹-🐺
-B
21st Mar 2023 5:37pm
Beautiful imagery and wonderful tension.
Spiritual dance of predator and prey.
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Spiritual dance of predator and prey.
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23rd Sep 2023 1:57pm
This is thickly laden, with imagery, with potency and with poetry. Intoxicating indeed
