Loose This Beast

you draw me like the sea
you clear my eyes
my heart
you ignite the fire of passion inside me
like I have never felt

I don’t want you
I need you
to take you
to brand you as my own
with the fire that is my love for you

a beast you have awakened
drives me
the taste of you
inviting more
if my teeth bite a little deeper
a little harder

the beast rages
my hands
squeezing your ripe flesh
bringing delight
as if they promise
my owership of your desire

dare I let this beast loose
will I lose all that I am to you
I am already yours
as I thrust into you
feeling your softness give way to me
my burning fire rages hotter
your moans
feeding the flames

I am consumed
all is us
all is passion
I burst into you
pulling back into myself
leaving part of me willingly
for I am more with you
I am better with you

you are my everything
and I worship
at the altar of our love

tara caribou | ©️2017

18 Comments on “Loose This Beast

  1. Even within the intense sensuality with which you write, there is a softness. This is beautiful!

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  2. This line, “dare I let this beast loose, will I lose all that I am to you…” The tension here is immense. I feel as if this speaks so much truth about human relationships. We are so complex and always moving that showing all of us is frightening, even to those that we trust. Fear of loss by giving the whole you…

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