The Animal

The Animal

They both sat there, entangled in their placid, paralysed front, leaning into one another, scared and exited about what was to come, racing heartbeats and sweaty palms from the electricity that was surging between them, flailing through the awkward air, trying to find a way to ignite the inevitable inferno that was to ensue. 
Hardly a word uttered, but a lustful gaze into the eyes was all that was needed, they leaned in, hesitant to kiss the acidic lips presented so close to one another.
 They connected, pulling each others heads closer, firm hands caressing, fabric frantically torn from their bodies, exposing themselves for what they truly are. 
The human is gone, the primitive wild animal is all that remains, growling, groaning, teeth snarling, biting as they move harmoniously together, their bodies pounding furiously, writhing to a synchronous crescendo, an explosion of all that it is to feel alive, an ecstatic fear and realisation of the fact we are of this planet. 
A gentle touch, a tight embrace, soft skin, hard chest, they lay there ablaze, untouchable