Beast Awakens

Logically speaking, it was tradition
Emotionally speaking, it was so written
Instinctively speaking, the beast had awaken
Relationally speaking, a provocation of occasion

Watching her dress
The way she moved her hair
What a mess it was to be in a cold vaulted air
Her shoulders, soft and fair, drew the beast from it’s lair

Before the emotional vault retreat, the beast rested freely in the meadows
Now, constrained by dark hallowed walls of cold darkness
A hunger for his lady, so pretty and debonair, called his basic instincts
A touch of her lips would suffice to ignite a fire so bright in the dark burrow

Sitting at his desk, wishing he could assist her adjusting her necklace
He tried hard to resit the call of the wild
As his body craved what was his
Was this darkened vault her punishment or self-inflicted insufferable furnace

It was not rational to go and cuddle his lady and ask for forgiveness about the wrong she had done
It would only satisfy her emotional dominance for him to lay down in complete submission
His instincts railed at his logics, the relationship needed her warmest caress
The mind swirling a hot mess for the beast wanted nothing more than her embrace

The thought of running his fingers across her dimple before finding her nipple
Made some heat course through his veins thinking about how she drew in her breath in anticipation
Skin sizzling in heat as they touched and caressed only wanting the best
The cold savagery of licking between her thighs until she cried his name

The beast wanted freedom to own and plunder what was his
Enough with this modern pop psychology of delayed gratification
All this pontification was only keeping her away from his burning need
For only she knew how to tame the beast that was awakened deep within

Under her gracious touch, her hands would caress the beast’s chest
Singing in his ear softly, transforming savagery to philosophy
Making a man of the man in need by empowering his truest desires
She held the key to freedom, that which the beast most wanted

Logically speaking, it made emotional sense
The beast instinctively was awakened

The Vault

As comforting as the emotional vault is, it’s a cramped lonely place. Inside your head, all these questions with no answers, all these risky associations that could worsen the mood.

Yet, logics will eventually kick in. At some point, one has to emerge and take a read of the temperature. Sweeping the misunderstanding under the rug is not healthy. However, not all grievances need a thorough sit-down conversation.

The appetite will dictate that the inner beast needs to be fed. One can’t be in a trusting loving relationship without wanting to connect with one’s lover.

Sooner or later, she’s bound to wiggle her rear and raise your temperature. She’s bound to say something nice that makes you want to handcuff her and eat her out. The call of the wild will eventually bring reason to the madness in the echo chamber of the vault.

One has to rise and break free. One has to go hunt. One has to capture the queen and reminder her of her place by your side.

It’s just the way a healthy person functions. We need our connections. We need our relationships. We need our sub!

It’s just a primal fact of life, we need our ladies close to us. The beast will not sleep without knowing his queen is safely in his arms.

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