Bestial Bliss

You are there before Me, beneath Me
behind you, between you,
the animal within Me inside you.
I feel you teetering at the edge,
begging for that merciful stroke to finish you
but I will not allow that yet,
and all but withdraw from you
as I pull in on your golden reins.
You still buck to be ridden,
your nether lips clutch at Me
desperately
to hold Me inside,
but I will not waver in My stance
to hold you at bay,
pressing down irresistibly with one hand
to halt your heaving hips
as I take My time to regard you.
Your silken tresses are in matted strands
stuck to the slick sheen of your back,
and oh, you would hate the way that looks,
but I do love the mess I make of it.
You whimper lowly,
knowing better than to beg then.
I notice a stream of your sweet dew
running the course of your crevice bounded
first by strengh, then tenderness,
joining with the molten pearls of your desire
at your persistent pucker upon Me.
You are lulled by your submission,
startled when I bury Myself in you,
forcing out an equal volume of your gasped breath.
My filly is ready to run again,
but My grip of your mane tells you otherwise.
There I hold us at the absolute of Our connection,
Our conductance,
Our completion.
Spreading fingers I slap your proud rump,
My ruddy print on you serving as a fading timer
to determine the length of your duration.
You obey My tantric dictum,
and we feed the other for the eternity it seems.
But you cheat...
squeezing little gulps,
voluntary and not.
In reply I hoist My angle inside you
swelling to reserve girth.
The heat is incredible,
the whistle blown
and the race is on.
Caught in a heartbeat, My gazelle is well mounted,
teeth embedded in your soft shoulder, rending.
The kill is feast of bestial bliss
and I growl loudly as I deliver Myself
fully within you,
taking you falling with Me
into the abyss of Our paradise forged.