He comes to me like a storm in human skin,
a wild man, untamed,
feral as a wolf with hunger in his eyes.
But oh—
that beauty, unbearable—
long hair spilling like black water,
cheekbones carved like holy blades,
a goddess disguised in savage flesh.
He moves over me,
a predator cloaked in perfume and sweat,
his mouth crushing mine
as if he would tear the breath from my chest
and keep it for his own.
His teeth graze my throat,
a growl spilling into my skin,
hands gripping my hips like prey,
dragging me down onto his throbbing—
raw, primal,
a rhythm older than language.
Every thrust a snarl,
every kiss a wound,
and I open for him
not in fear but worship,
letting this beast,
this divine, savage beauty,
ruin me with holy violence.
Long hair tangling in my fingers,
sweat dripping, lips biting,
his body collides with mine
like a storm against the sea—
and I drown willingly,
moaning his name
as if it were a spell.
Gorgeous, strong and delicate man,
Beautiful as a goddess,
A savage wolf.
And I am devoured.
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