she was torn between the pull in her heart; the piece of her that yearned uncontrollably to be in his arms, and her head that always told her to be good. It was the rational part of her, the part that informed her voice to resist the urge to scream with the wildness inside herself. She feared that one day she wouldn't be able to hold the beast within and it would emerge with intense animalistic passion, clawing viciously at anything that acted as a barrier to the raw flesh she wished to devour hungrily.
Once the beast was subdued, would he lie beside her, tangled in her naked flesh, purring softly in tune with her rhythmic breath?
Curled in each others bodies, fitting together like jagged puzzle pieces, and moulded into one picture perfect moment?
Would he whisper stories of the past and the stars and Shakespeare to calm her ever wild spirit?
Would he smile wickedly at her once more, before he eagerly consumes her entirely?
She repressed the wild roar inside herself and ignored the growing sensation that surges through her limbs to reach out and snare her prey, as he walks unknowingly past.
Today it is her head that wins. Today.
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Photograph 2 - 0mela.deviantart.com
Photographs 3, 4, 5 - guzeetia.deviantart.com
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