~ Savage, in the Jungle of the Upright ~
by S. Anne Gardner

I can still feel the fire left by you on my skin. Your scent fills my senses like sweet jasmine fills my soul. Our mating imprecates my mind and my body and my heart beats and knows only your name. The pounding, the throbbing in my ears is all that I feel and hear. My hands remember the softness of your body, the warmth of your mouth, the searing heat of being inside you haunts me to a state of madness. I crave you, ache for you and hunger…. I hunger for my lover, her smell, her touch, her possession and mine. I long to once again feel our passion in our lair….with me above you, beneath you, with you…with you….. Inside you, I am alive again….Holding, enticing, seducing, tasting, biting, touching….I hunger….. all that fills my mind is the memory of the possession of you…. The being inside you, the thrusting inside you, the fire of tasting and being taken by you. In all this I roar and I hunger….

In the wild…. In this jungle of the upright, where the beasts have names and love roars in the distance filled with want….. no longer in the cage my giant paws pound the earth…. on the air ….. your scent calls for me….and I run… I run to take and fill this want…

I can still feel the burns left by you on my skin. I am gasping for air as this passion consumes my very soul. All I want is to fill the need left by your touch and yet I know that your touch alone will quench this and fill this fathomless void that grows daily inside me. I am uncivilized from this need….no logic, no reason, the only desire is to be one with you…..to taste you and touch you….my senses crash and a kaleidoscope of colors, smells, tastes and sounds fill me with a wanton need to touch and be touched by you that I cannot control. A savage, I become a savage in this hunger that only knows that it must feed or die. I prowl, run, roar and feel every muscle flexing as it moves and seeks to quench this endless passion for you. A savage, I have become a savage… nothing keeps me, stops me, fills me nor deters me from conquering every inch of earth to take you, to love you, to be inside you…

In the wild…. In this jungle of the upright, where the beasts have names and love roars in the distance filled with want….. I roar for you….



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