“hentai”
c.2006 Miriam M. Wynn
there’s something in the promise of a man’s teeth
gripping like his eyes on the line of your body
with the corner of his lip curled in and his dimple, dimpling
a sharp baby tooth peeping out as the darkness in his eyes
comes full circle.
something in the line of his brow
the furrow as he turns toward medieval
feeling rather than thinking
your scent making his skin itch
his lips part as he breathes in.
he tracks you like a blood hungry predator
and the female inside you quivers
with a belly full of tender nether parts.
a hot soup bubbles all syrupy and slippery
something you can’t control, something
nature takes over with, making you, forcing you
so your mind runs to your darkest, farthest corners
and hides while your masochistic psyche
tears off her own skin in search of pleasure.
your rational self sinks down into the carpet
with your saliva and your sweat
moans running out of your bowels
into his ears as he tracks you, circles you
hounds you into flinging wide
so he can come inside.
you are nothing but an animal of lust
making mewling and growling sounds
words used only to magnify feelings
limbs squeezing and grinding
emphasize the tiny little deaths of every
tiny nanometer of your animal skin.
you are a hentai dream come true,
your mouth gulping for his tentacles,
his fingers, tongue, nose, teeth, cock
crawling, thrusting, pushing, throbbing
marking, defiling all of you.
there’s something in the promise of a man’s teeth,
his hunter hunting you
while you watch him circling you
half hoping, half afraid
he’ll bite.