savage beats my lover’s heart
within a savage chest
savage are the tearing hands
that swift have me undressed
deadly are the teeth that scratch
along my shoulder blades
deadly are the claws that stoke
a fire that never fades
brutal are the paws that grab
and hold my aching hips
brutal is the tongue that thrusts
between my parted lips
wild the passion thus unleashed
the hunger that devours
wild the lust of moon-full need
and burning midnight hours
Francis James Franklin (Alina Meridon) 
Awesome poem. Savage indeed. 🙂
Thanks!
Hot, hot, hot! You’re on fire, my friend. 😉
Heh, thanks. As often, it started with the first line, and grew from there…
You’re a brilliant poet.
*blushes*