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

About Frank

A Sci-Fi & Fantasy author and lyrical poet with a mild obsession for vampires, succubi, goddesses and Supergirl.
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6 Responses to Savaged

  1. Awesome poem. Savage indeed. 🙂

  2. Hot, hot, hot! You’re on fire, my friend. 😉

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