Soulwolves
Tossing and turning
full moon shining
blood burning,
voice growlng
wolves howling,
who have I become?
She prowls restlessly
in the freedom of the night
flexing her hind legs
as she runs in her flight
searching for fresh meat
seeking a mate in dark light.
Howling in the light of the moon
I, search the scent for human prey.
Running on all fours feeling free,
aroused by the strength of this transformation.
Hunger grips, as I sense another,
stalking, growling, looking for the meat.
Suddenly she stops beneath the blood moon
Senses assailed, reeling from a feral scent
Eyes burning red as she stretches up her neck
Calling, her howls rising in eager ascent
Hot breath billowing fast on the cool night air
As her gaze locks onto the one that was meant
Body tensing, as I feel the presence of another,
rushing I see you, growling I pounce
as pure lust ravages my senses.
Rolling on the ground we wrestle
feeling your heat, sensing your hunger
excited by the pain and pleasure.
Whimpering with these strange, new feelings
Your strength excites her, pupils dilated black
Teeth bared, she snaps hungrily at your muzzle
Not to draw blood, she sinks canines into your neck
To share the pleasurable pain, which you inflict
Softly snarling, her claws raking hard your back.
Passion rides over
as those claws scratch and tear,
along my spine, enticing us
together, as animal lust
binds our bodies together.
Pleasure intensifies, deeply within.
Within this animalistic passion
not far from the surface of her silky coat
Human thoughts break softly through her mind
as she takes her mate, into her body
into her heart, into her wanting soul
Nearing rapture her thoughts turn feral once more.
Rapturous momentum, both feral and savage
the man within the beast shocked and excited
as waves of intense pleasure, dump and consume.
Lost, so terribly lost as soul and body float,
whimpering moans, nuzzling noses, deep howling cries,
the beasts within the beings, possess the night.
Growling with the beauty of savage pleasure
The nights now theirs forever and ever
The she-wolf, the woman, the he-wolf, the man
Raced side by side through the forest of moon
As the sunrise threatened they nestled close
Transforming in sleep, two soulwolves together.
ŠLiam & ThunderStorm 4/2000
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