Animal Instinct

his hunger,
palpable
across the room.

he nodded his head.
her panties
dampened.

his size excited her,
or rather his ability
to seemingly change it at will.

he appeared at times
a cuddly teddy bear
or dark foreboding behemoth.

brown eyes that held wisdom,
generations of histories
no need to share.

aware
erect nipples
beneath sheer fabric,

his gaze
caused none of the usual feelings
of embarrassment or inadequacy.

his acceptance
gave a feeling that
she was no tourist.

on hands and knees
he crawled, beast like
toward her, knowing

she was desire
wanting, needing
to be devoured,

instinctually
spreading her legs,
she offered her being.

drawn by scent,
exuding from moist thighs,
he approached.

tasting gently,
licking, savoring
tentatively at first,

then rasping,
scouring, abrading,
probing relentlessly

gasping, moaning
pleading too much!
stop!

begging
don’t stop! please!
never stop!

tongue, teeth, lips
persevering,
one peak penetrating into the next

breath ragged,
shivering, she knew
she was engulfed.

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