By | June 21, 2007











There’s something inside me that only she can unleash
It’s secretive, shunning the gaze of others
Not because it’s afraid of them
But because it’s afraid of what it might do to them
She can set it free
Wants to set it free
Longs for its liberty
Needs it to be loose
To be unleashedIt’s not cruel, but it hurts her, sometimes
It bears no grudge, it’s too focussed on the moment
But its touch can be vengeful
But without malice
It’s my passion
My lust
The torrent of basic instinct that only she can free
The tsunami of sensation that devolves me

Into my purest animal self.