My Own Animal

I am totally docile under your hands
a seemingly easy conquest for your Wolf
so unlike you are used to me behaving
so unlike bravado that promised I was not easy prey  
 
This is how I demonstrate that I no longer run from you
I have given up flight from the predator within you
I have given up desire to make decisions
I have given up even my voice to your will
 
Surprised by this change in me, you order me to act
a low growl lurking beneath the words you spit at me
“C’mon bitch, fight me! Let it all out!
Show me what a good little slut you really are.”
 
Struggling under your claws, I answer with my own ululation
A deep guttural sound rises from my throat, surprising me
Never before in my life have I made this particular noise
but it seems appropriate, required even, in this setting
 
Your grip constricts me tightly as I strain against it
Bruises, I know, will soon form beneath my skin
I can see on your face that you know the same
the light it gives you scares me a little, excites me a lot
 
You snarl and I am sure that I see fangs  
as you stand salivating over my helpless form
a dangerous combination of lust and bloodlust
Hunger, hot and powerful, is Wolf’s first instinct
 
You said Wolf tasted prey when he first tasted me
I know he liked the way fear flavored my skin
But he likes even more how defiance makes my eyes shine
He enjoys the feel of fight making my muscles shake
 
For if it acquiesces too quickly, prey is no longer prey
It becomes only game, a dull and tasteless meal  
Merely food to be plucked up at will and chewed on lazily  
Wolf prefers to devour his meat raw and with great gusto
 
When prey becomes too easily captured, Wolf becomes bored  
After all, where is the fun in that? Where is the hunt?
Where is the rush of power and victory?
There is no triumph when the weak surrender  
 
Wolf hates lukewarm and passive
Wolf desires heat and passion to match his own  
Wolf wants to stalk, to chase, to take down
Wolf needs fire and fierceness as deep as his own  
 
I answer your Wolf’s snarling with my own, no longer silent
I challenge him head on, no longer docile
I urge my own animal to the surface, no longer hiding her
I demand she fight, no longer be still inside me
 
I suspect Wolf no longer thinks of me as only prey
I suspect he now truly sees in me an alpha bitch
I suspect he sees I fight him even as I choose to submit
I suspect he likes my taste better now