Animal Instinct

Every time my brain pauses I can feel (taste) your bloody kiss, the softness of your lips, the sharpness of your fangs, the pressure of your snakelike tongue, the pull of the wolf that dwells within wanting, longing, desiring to shred skin (again) with the likes of you. Feeling the death like breath of the night on my bare skin as we quench our hungers (together) under the full moon, as the mist settles on our fine coats dampening, slickening us, enjoying the loam wafting through my nostrils, the touch of the moss under my paws. Flexing our claws within ones flesh, the beat of life throbbing through the thin, tender skin of the neck the arching of my neck, as you snap my head back by my hair. Tingles as your teeth scrape across my epidermis, your claws tearing through my flesh, back arching as you dig in. Your body spasms as I rake your belly with my paws and you gasping as I drag it down your inner thigh, scoring a thin red cord that starts to drip. You becoming breathless as I pause to let you contemplate what I might do next……….. …………. all this as the dew slickens our fine coats.