What makes us crave the pleasurable intricacies of blood and chocolate? The bitten lips versus the sweet to be licked clean, to entice further into a frenzy of desire? The power that stirs us. The dominance when heart precedes mind and everything else melts away... A dream. Where one runs with wolves and kisses, bites her kind alone. The kisses when sapien lack the bite that both ache and arouse all senses. The seeing eyes, the wolfish desire through tongues that speak not words. Dappled moonlight...golden eyes, a proud muzzle. A strong, agile body melting into lean legs that tread on the softest paws. Wildness within unleashed. Never have you felt such power coursing through your veins. So you keen softly, and spring away. A run so endless, past foliage, towards the moon. Your senses come alive, overwhelmed, you taste, hear, smell and feel everything over, under, around you. You live. You feel. You know. Sweet air on your tongue, so sweet you gulp it in, feel it rush into you...The rustling, crushing of leaves as your paws fly over what is and isn't there. Tis not just foliage you brush up to. there are others. You do not run alone. Fur against fur, padded pawfalls in sync as you reach a clearing. You pad softly to a stop, and wait. There are eyes. Glowing red, green. Wolf howls, barks, yelps and snuffles from the surrounding undergrowth. Approach, now, the centre. The other. The fur along ones back is raised, hackles taut and ready to spring. A playful snap or two, a lunge, a feint, until your patience wears thin and the other startles, pinning you down. A frightened, then defiant yelp as you catch the throat between your teeth, the sweetness of tooth pressing down, too gentle to break skin, yet strong enough to maintain grip. Paws wave languidly in the air as one's white belly is exposed, tail is stepped on. And then teeth break through skin, white and grey fur now mottled with blood and pleasure. Effortless pleasure. Forever instinctive. Effortless leaps bound by instinct alone, and everything is and comes alive. Senses awakened in dreams alone. In dreams alone. Perhaps, all are descended from something half sapien, half creature. Perhaps the stirring within our bellies are simply our creatures beginning, prompted to wake. Surpressed for so long and expressed by wanton desire. Why we try to surpress the urge to bite, to leave our mark, to taste blood like chocolate. We quieten the creatures within, and become human once again. But why? Instinct surpressed...We become human. We remain human. To cravings unknown, to lovers bitten deep enough to draw blood, but to what avail, at its basic best...When one can lick wounds clean afterwards, when pleasure retains itself and all that is left is dreams. Our elucidatory escape. never to kiss, to bite, to awaken our instinct? To remain, forever tame? Never to feel the wind lift your spirit when it does not blow? And the sixth sense which enlightens us all? Run with me. Feeling Trapped Within.
posted by: rinna (reply)
post date: 09.28.04 (12:19 am)
when it gets down to the nitty gritty, our desires are pure and basic. the five senses aren't to be underestimated. :)
love your work, vodkab!
x r x
posted by: VodkaB (reply)
post date: 09.28.04 (12:21 am)
Reply to: rinna
Unadulterated. Unestimated. Unlimited.
Thank you =)
posted by: mahabarath (reply)
post date: 09.28.04 (12:23 am)
ummmm, id umm id like a wolf too
posted by: VodkaB (reply)
post date: 09.28.04 (12:27 am)
Trapped Within.