Wild

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The only time he wasn’t worried about the future was when she visited. Her stopovers were so infrequent however, that he had never been able to find a pattern; some timing to count on, to look forward to, to fantasize about.

He waited, mostly empty, impatient, merely existing, barely breathing, until she appeared out of Nowhere, took his shaking hand, and made love to him without the slightest whisper. She ravaged him hungrily, fully, silently.

Rising on her haunches, sated, his skin in her teeth, blood dripping seductively from her ravaged lips, she leaped once, twice, and again to reach the next detour out of Forever and back to the place from where she had come.

Lillie McFerrin

27 thoughts on “Wild

    1. Yes, what is it about that? I’m not sure he’s human, but based on his ability to keep himself needy and “tormented” –as you said, he certainly acts that way.

  1. Certainly didn’t turn out to be what I had expected, so you’ve nailed that one (no pun intended)! If this was an ongoing story, you’d have a certified reader of it here – very well done.

    1. Thank you Deborah. I seem to be very aware of passion in its various forms lately. I am quite fascinated by the contrast between complacency/apathy and passion-how each can leave us in a desprate state, but just the one can lead to bliss.

  2. It’s hard to tell who is the most needy – they both seem to need something that only the other can provide – very passionate!

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