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in the deepest moments of this night, I don my mask and night-black cloak, and I come for you. gliding through the darkness, part of it. I drift into your sleeping-place like a hungry wolf, maddened by the scent of your blood. I materialize over you, holding my hunger at bay. the predator fears the prey, the kill, and approaches with teeth-bared caution.

I hover over your sleeping form, anticipating my night's repast. ah, the beauty of your lean predatory form hypnotizes me. one predator stalking another, I lean close, blanket your soft-hard body with feather-light touches, rouse you with slightly parted lips gently brushing yours. you awake, aroused and ready, mouth opening wide like a fledgling falcon, begging for strips of raw flesh and blood. our mouths meet, thrusting tongues and rending teeth.

I sweep you up into me, parting the night's veil with raking claws, carrying you away to an empty glade, silent except for the bubbly rush of water nearby, but so far away. I lay you down with gentleness that belies my intent, pushing you back into the rushes as you tear at my cloak and mask, freeing me from my dark pelt. I return the favor, rending your night-clothes like so much paper, licking and kissing and breathing my way... behind your ears, around your neck, lips brushing the hollow of your throat and moving down, down, down.

at last my feasting mouth finds your womanhood, already wet between your strong lean legs, tasting you, fingers and tongue entering you. your moans and cries of delight echo through the pine-fir needles. your fingers laced through my hair, you urge me on, relishing this long sought pleasure, your lithe body writhing in the throes of a hunger that seems insatiable.

with your fingers tightly locked in my hair, you gently pull my head up to your face where I drown in the pool of lust and desire that has filled your eyes. you kiss me with a fierceness of a predator ready to consume her prey, tasting the memory of the well of pleasure that just transpired earlier. you roll me over onto my back and begin torturing me with feather-light kisses behind my ear, down my neck, down my stomach, stopping momentarily to free the object you so desperately desire. you gently nuzzle me with your cheek followed by a teasing touch with your soft lips.

when I can hardly stand it any more you take me in - all the way in. I can feel the back of your warm throat, the pressure of your tongue and your lips. you move up and down slowly at first until the passion switches from desire to need. you grab the base with your hand and with perfect pressure move with the rhythm of your mouth. all else disappears around me, I am aware of one thing and one thing only and that is how perfectly pleasurable this sensation is. I get so close to releasing, I can feel the moans escaping, escalating bringing me to the inevitable blissful end. but now is not the time for that completion. there is a hunger in you that is far greater and you release your prey from your hungry grip to feed another day.

at last, ready for the final throes of heat, you pull me up to you, tearing away what's left of my clothing, pulling me to you. your passion urging me on, tenderness lost in a moment. I finally thrust myself into you, and the forest swoons with our hunger-feast, both crying and moaning. our deep waters mingle in a final whip-crack cry that comes from two throats, the rushing water stops in reverence as our journey ends.

the sun rises to find our secret place, where we lay naked and shivering with shared weakness, lust waning but never gone, laughing and crying and throwing our nude triumph to the sky in contempt of the walls that once separated us, drove us to this stark-mad forest.



Chris Lumpkin

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