growl in my ear
bite my face
rut on me
your great need
I want it
spend it on me

ancient dance
primal animal
dirt and bones
grit and heat
searing breath
gnashing teeth

give me your ancient rights
your primordial need
open me up and roll in me
leave your seed and your scent
mark me like your favorite tree

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