Aug 242009
 

They spill upwards out of the red bra
Massive lovely soft pillows of desire
I am a werewolf howling at twin moons

One bite, just one bite. That is all I need and I can sate my hunger.
No, two bites; I want to taste them both.
No, my entire mouth; I want to suck half her breast between my lips.
No, my hands; I want to squeeze them like I own her.
No, my cock; my cock needs to fuck them.
No, my seed needs to spurt onto them and mark them.

Out of reach they haunt me
Plans, strategies, flirtations and lines I never use
Frustration howls out my throat

  5 Responses to “Lunacy”

  1. This may be my favorite thing you’ve ever written.

  2. Kathryn- Thanks :)

  3. Very nice! Red bra huh? *grins* i’ve got one or two of those. Perhaps your story could have used an illustrative photo! hehe

  4. Oh also: “Plans, strategies, flirtations and lines I never use” That’s like….owning a black truffle and never cooking with it! Plans and strategies and flirtations should be used! Brought out and tested, as it were.

  5. Lilly- Feel free to contribute photos to me at any time :)

    ‘Plans and strategies and flirtations should be used!’ That’s the prescription for not succumbing to lunacy :)

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