Animal

The scream of a wild cougarCan be heard in the bedroomConcerning the neighbors andMaking quite the scene.Her body twitches and convulsesWith every touch of her master's hand,Awakening her every sense.Her sense of desire, her sense of need,Her craving for the unknown and uncommon.Her bloodthirsty cries fill the airAnd cover the bed with each squirmAs she begs and screams, her soul being nourished.The cougar, the wolf, the beasts residing insideAll become unleashed, rampaging her coreAs the claw of the dominant beast slowlyCarves its way softly over her supple flesh.Hair a mess, skin painted with lines ofRed indents and welts,She looks to her predator through dampened hairAnd smiles. Thanking him with her eyes.The inner beast growls and thirsts,No longer prey, but leading her own packOf mischief, erotica, and pain.Sweet, sweet pain.