burning dim

mostly, he paces

when he sleeps, he dreams of grasslands
crouched in anticipation
whisk of amber fronds
against lean muscular flanks
muscles tensing
the attack
the breathless chase

she comes to visit
to console
to torment

she sits on the bench
he lies splayed on the cool concrete
their gaze locked
her nipples protrude against sheer cotton
she watches him become erect
thick, long, rigid and urgent

what is that for? she asks innocently
for your mouth, he murmurs
she smiles gayly
and spreads her legs discretely
scent of her desire
I want it, she whispers
you need it, he growls lowly
then come give it to me
licks her lips
make me choke on it

why do you come here? he demands, turning his head
do you want me to stay away?
she knows the answer

he is fed leg of sheep
sawed, refrigerated
not often enough
not alive enough

I would chase you down
crush you to the ground
sink my teeth deep into the softness of your ass
feel you twitch between my jaws
beautiful rich gush of warm salty blood

too many seasons
civilization is wearing off