Feral, there is little other way to describe it.


You walked by casually; completely unaware of the agonizing desire I had to possess you at the moment. I spent an inappropriately long time watching your lips move as you spoke to a colleague. I allowed myself to indulge in the visual, the plump curve of your bottom lip looked near edible to me. I imagined sucking on it, tasting it, biting it. In reaction, my lips instantly parted and I begun what can only be called salivating I suppose. Feral, like an animal in heat. I could feel the blood rush to my face, my finger tips, my breasts, my sex. Then the ache came then, settling in me, and with it, the throbbing. I suspected your direction shifting to my glare, I turned away quickly. Incapable of little else, I turned my eyes back to you, feeding the monstrous ache, growing. It was the line of your hard chin, your unshaven neck, then your throat; a little pant escapes my parted lips. More ache, more throbbing, more… wet. I’m certain it was my imagination, but I thought I could almost see and feel your pulse. You reached to rub the back of your neck, close to the spot I had imagined my tongue dancing behind your ear. You tilted up your chin, exposing the full glorious length of your neck to me, an offertory gesture surely. I squeezed my nails into my damp palms, press my legs together tighter, I had no doubt then. No doubt you knew what I was thinking, what I wanted, what I need to take from you, my prey, my mate. I exhaled deeply, a venomous air. The air was warm, heavy and purposefully intoxicating. My ache raged, demanding to be satiated. I tucked my bottom lip in and licked it, trying to be patient. When my poison reached you, your movement was quick and almost mechanical. You turned to look straight into my eyes. I felt completely exposed; I reached to grab the largest pearl on my necklace, as if the movement could provide me any coverage. Habitually I began to roll the pearl between my thumb and forefinger, as you would a swollen nipple. Instinctually, I mouthed the word ‘come’. You obeyed, walking slowly, drawn to my anxious, heated, wet body. With each step you took, my need grew; I suffered another round of quick panting breaths, ending this time with a low growl.

Though I didn’t know your name at the time, I knew your purpose for being at that moment. You were there to satiate the ache, to stop it from paralysing me. Nearly an inch from me now you stand, and I have little left in me that is civilised. My muscles tense, ready to pounce, my hands unclamp, ready to grab, my legs parted, ready to receive; finally, my lips parted, ready to command you “take me, like an animal”. Feral indeed.