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Beast

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By Steven ShakirPublished 4 years ago 2 min read
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Haunches pulled back ready to pounce,

All thoughts of fidelity removed and renounced.

Stalking its prey, slowly and silently

Urges of the flesh rising ever fervently.

The svelte figure rising and falling with every breath,

Unassuming and unknowing of the threat of death.

The thrill of the hunt raising the pulse,

No premonitions needed as it acts on impulse.

Her smooth, supple skin shining in the moonlight,

While unknown to her is jeopardy hidden in the shadows of night.

So trusting and unaware of the danger she is in,

The beast tiptoes closer focused only on sin.

Finally the moment has come,

The anticipation leaving him numb.

He takes his chance and pounces upon her,

Her beautiful figure lost amongst his fur.

Ripping her clothing apart with his claws,

Then retracting them to hold her with his heavy handed paws.

Slathering her silhouette with his salivating tongue,

Her fidelity and innocence now all far-flung.

Carnal urges of the flesh urging him on,

Her attempts at refusing him are now all gone.

She succumbs to his strength and screams in ecstasy,

How could something so wrong fill her with pleasure and glee.

Mounting her, he takes her from behind,

No thoughts of love are in the mind.

Base and animalistic are the urges here,

Without restrictions of the mind and heart to interfere.

Panting heavily he moans in her ear,

His presence so far yet also so near.

Kissing her neck to the base of her spine,

Sending chills through her body covered in perspiration with a glowing shine.

Biting gently on her now sullied flesh,

Turning her over to give her something fresh.

The paws massaging gently on her exposed breasts,

Her body his now, another to add to his conquests.

A feeling of euphoria now passes over,

What was an eternity now seems a blur.

The cloud lifts and the madness dissipates,

The feeling between her thighs pulsates.

A craving for the carnal now stirs within her bosom,

The seed has been sown and will now forever blossom.

Over and over she will think of this night,

All perspectives placed in a different light.

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Steven Shakir

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