Beast

Grizzly bear ROAR by eidolic

It was my hunt
a quest
to tame the rage filled
bear
coax him into
the warm, soft haven
of my mouth
to taste with
ravenous hunger
the far edges
of my bravery
and desire
when this beast
laps sweetly
at the honey
between my quivering
thighs
it is then that I take
my prey
captured
within the net of
my passion
and in return
I am
conquered
completely
ripped to shreds
then pieced
together
in loving renewal
made better
and more whole
by the healing balm
of keening kisses
and rough,
raping
snuggles
from
my precious
beast

 

Image: Grizzly bear ROAR by eidolic

The wild

The wildness presses itself against every pore on my body. The inside, desperate to extrude itself.

To introduce itself to the world.
To be known, felt, seen.
To thrash about in the foreign openness.

Learning to breath.
Learning to walk.
Learning to live.

Tired of being taken out and stuffed back in over and over. The wild, in seeking freedom, is taking over.

It manipulates my very sight and breath, taste and hearing, letting me feel the world anew in every waking hour.

How have I lived for so long without ever truly quenching my thirst, sating my hunger, hearing the ever present truth, or touching…

Really touching?
Being touched?
Feeling what it is to be touched?

Obsessed with the attention, never paid properly, I’m impatient for the sensation of being the object of desire.
The wildness knows.

And as it threatens complete devastation in order to be free,

I no longer fear the uncertainty of that freedom. But I clutch at what I know, overwhelmed with the chaos of emotion roiling within me.

I cling to the present, ignoring the numbness of the past, and hiding from the knowledge that the wild within me is installing directly into my spirit.

I hide from him, because it’s habit.
I hide from them, because it’s natural.
I hide from you, because. . .

The wild awoke beneath your stare, the beast became within this creation I built for you, the inside turned outside purely because of your presence.

And as I cling to the covers, hiding from the dark and begging the light to return, like the scared little girl I’ve always been, I simply do not know how to stop.

Instinctually, I hide.

From my wild.

But still, I call to the beast within…

Beauty & Beast

image

you wouldn’t expect the beauty to shine

so brightly in her darkness

it is the beast that burns within her

giving her that intoxicating luminescence

no, you say?

beauty is the light and beast is the dark…

look closer

the beast within us all

pushes us to the edges of our limits

and beyond

the beast within beauty

forces her to seek out the pleasures

that might escape her

the beast

the spirit

the id

makes me, drives him, pulls her

to search through

imagination and knowledge

for the light, peace and magic

that are the truth and meaning of life

if you don’t believe me

watch yourself

as the beast within you hibernates

for when he is at rest

those are the moments when the world turns

without color

when I am

complacent

content

comatose

then

I look inward and whisper

to him, to wake

and when he does

I am alive, once again

I am ferocious

I am vivid

I am

invincible!

 

Photo by Laura Dark, courtesy Facebook. Click to see more of her stunning photography

Squirm

Perched in your lap
Hands on your cheeks
Sipping away at your
Sugar, sweet kisses
Until my jaw aches
And my lips burn

Squirm

A growl in your throat
Fingers tighten in aggravation
Across my creamy, soft thighs
Pressing the urgency within
Straight through my flesh
To my hungry core

Squirm

Long, puffed exhales
With soft, liquid smiles
My hands find a path
Beneath your shirt
And dance through
That soft, dark fur beneath

Squirm

Baring your teeth and
Narrowing your eyes
Wake up, Beast!
Come out and play with me
A giggle bubbles from
Somewhere next to my heart

Squirm

Determination sets your brow
Your hands cover mine
Pulling them, and me
Around you, against you
Crushing me with the
Strength of a Daddy Bear

Squirm

Our bodies are not bodies
But fire, light and electricity
Control is lost to these
Primal needs and desires
Unfolding and invading
Like hungry vines in the wild

Squirm

No more breath, no more sound
Just you, thrusting inside
With furiousity, unmeasured
Deeper, more, harder, faster
Until you still me in one glance
With that carnal look of intimacy

Squirm

Take me, tease me, torment me
Chase me, Hunt me, Catch me
Over and over, until you cannot
And I surrender, wicked Beast
Because you make me

Squirm

Ten Feet Tall

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Dream Bear by Raymaker via DeviantArt.com

I’ve seen you
Felt you
Tasted you.

I know how
Strong
You are.

I know how
Wild
You can be.

I know you’re
Big
Thick and furry.

Like a gentle
Grizzly
Towering over me.

You can deny it,
If you want.
But I know Daddy.

I know you’re
Really
Ten Feet Tall.

And I’m not
Scared
Of you, Big Bear.

I can
Take
You.

I will
Tame
You!

Hands in my hair

Don't cry, little girl. by laura-makabresku via DeviantArt.com
Don’t cry, little girl. by laura-makabresku via DeviantArt.com

I stand, staring at you.
Punishing you with my eyes.

But I cannot look directly at you, not for long.

My fingers betray me, reaching out to you. To rake softly through that lovely beard. To skim tenderly over those sweet lips. To magnetize you, so desperate to wake the beast within.

So he might fight with me.
So he might frighten me.
So he might fuck me.

You stand motionless. Frozen. Like a dream.

My mind and heart, they’re arguing. Fighting the facts, and memorizing the ache that bears your name. That hurt fuels my magic and beckons me to look up. Look again. Look at you.

I swim in the crystal depth of those pale, sad eyes.

My mind quiets,
My heart stops,
My body lightens…
And I feel

Your hands in my hair.
Where they are meant to be.

Your breath on my skin.
Where it is meant to be.

Your lips on my forehead.
Where they are meant to be.

Your hands.

In my hair.

Where they were meant to be, all along.

Tingle

tingling by be-awesome-or-die via DeviantArt.com
tingling by be-awesome-or-die via DeviantArt.com

Chill in the air does not compare,
To the state you keep me in, unaware.

Check and watch the minutes pass,
Sweet girl… Tingle… Oh, at last.

Clench and wonder about my needs,
Imagining, perhaps, forced to my knees.

Sigh and wait, longer still,
If only patience came in a pill.

At last, whispered words fill me up,
But I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.

Always dripping, wanting more,
Your mess, Your bitch, Your little whore.

Make me beg for your every tease,
Tell me, exactly, how to please.

I accept every command,
Desperately long for your reprimand.

Share with me your deepest desire,
I will light that engulfing fire.

Tie me, take me, terrify me…
Release the beast, please, oh please?

Blinding passion, pleasure and pain,
You lavish upon me, like hot, sweet, rain.

Suck you or fuck me, buried deep,
From my little holes, you will seep.

Ravish me ’til I flop like a doll,
Sated and replete, I will sprawl.

That feeling, of actually filling with light,
It holds me and keeps me, through the night.

Because of the sweetness you coat me with,
That tender hope that is your gift.

Tingle, giggle, sigh and breathe,
Oh, sweet Daddy… You’re what I need.