is it normal to want to bite and growl at work? thinking about ripping at coworkers like a wild dog? i dont imagine so. im caged here, we all are. maybe thats where the animal comes into play. screaming against my skull, saying fuck this world we are not supposed to be like this! where is my meadow of ripe lambs? i want to lay with you in blood and sheep skin, howling at a full bellied moon. licking your face clean of left overs. i want to be on top, biting your soft neck, naked and bathed in ethereal dimness of luminescent pale. i want you to shovel your nose into my breasts, and taste my nipples. i want to be on my stomach with you behind me holding my hip bones like handles, guiding yourself into my most animal of crevices. unleash. nails dragging our skin, shedding layers of traffic, smoke, cubicle, clothing labels, bills, car payments, whiteout, cleaning products, synthetic materials, plastic bags, grocery costs, and what has now been dubbed humanity. there is nothing human about our existence. feet paws in fresh grass. where is your tongue on my teeth? where are your thin lips pursed against my pubic area? i want to identify your manliness with my mouth. i want to devour every inch and spit it back out. i want to feel you in my throat, like the warning growl. yank my hair back and enter me animalistic divinity, clutch those thighs. moaning cum love. twisting our fibers together. collapsing in the field, spent lovers, spent beings, spent creatures of wilderness. your heart beat and mine, burning through our chest cavities. full body search. no stone unturned. bask in my hunger for you. i love this.