A passionate playground of conflicting needs and desires. Expression of a bi-polar heart |
Grey Wolf and the Jaguar Two loves have I and that is true, two loves and yet I sleep alone. For one the gold eyed jaguar slips among the forest boles like quicksilver seen, unseen, shining mellow sunshine till the glowing dusk. She is all. She is all. Her spirit fills me breast to breast, lip to lip, nose to nose, hip to hip. We rise with the sun into the shadows we run, we run we are no more than one. Each pounding heartbeat fills each need. Each breath demands the next as we dance through the tangled jungle; braiding our bodies, braiding our lives, braiding our spirits and flesh. There is nothing less than perfection in her touch, in her motion, in her flesh and fur. The curve of her neck is the perfect invitation for the soft caress of my fingers. I answer her call in whispered screams as she escapes the coming silvery wolf; my obsession, my undoing; the wolf who carries my still beating, bloody heart in his jaws, running through the night. I give chase once more… again…always. He is warm, my Wolf and strong. I smell his blood and lust a mile away and demand a pounding, pulse killing, muscle pulling, mate-biting fuck. I have need of his violent ways. I have need of his darkness. Darkness I would deny if I could. I crave his murderous desires. I hunger in the dark, in the fullness of the moon, in the forest of my ancestors. In his blood he knows he owns me, as I track him through the night. His howl is laughter and power and I hate him for it. He is beauty and passion and desire. He is need and hunger, muscle and marrow and bone. My love is a disease and I am cured by the dawn, as the lovely Jaguar’s amber eyes slip sleepily open in my throbbing heart of hearts. Once more I slip away into the green golden green. |