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This thing keeps happening every night. |
Every Night, around three o'clock in the morning Overwhelmed with desire Overwhelmed. As every cell in my body, thristing for you, bellows so powerfully in its longing that it shakes me from my sleep and i snap into awareness and all I am aware of is how much I want to be with you And it is a primal hunger Powerful Fierce Like a beast, long bested in his hunt hungry, and desperate, and knowing all it needs yet unable to quench that well known fire that burns within despite his strength and skill by things like circumstance and season which no force on earth can best and so he quells the pains of hunger by strength of mind and slowly paces back and forth and bides his time And none the less That ranging hunger roars And as his belly growls its discontent with want and need So desperate in its cries that he's awakened. In that clear moment that can be fully felt neither awake nor in his dreams The images of the feast he so desires play vividly in his unguarded mind; feeling pulsing flesh crushed firmly in his jaws, the taste of heat and life contained within the fluids dripping from his lips, trickling down his throat, flowing freely from one beast to another wrent free and torn asunder by desire. and in the hot and sticky carnage of Passion's rage, with every drop and moment he can consume, feeling life given, life taken, and life renewed until the pulsing stops and both lie still full spent from that perfect violent dance which mimcs death, yet gives both might The hunter now subdued. His pray freshly infused with all his might; and as the tangled heap of limbs and arms entwined begin to cool hunger slowly fades, the clock resets, the moment passes, I awake |