Aug 08, 2011 3:06 AM GMT
I just wanna wrestle with him in the mud... share a few body shots, a couple of charlie horses.. trade some punches... Exhaust ourselves with grappling. Then, once we're spent, out of breath and can no longer lift or throw one another around. We break away from each other. I can't see from the mud in my eyes, I can only hear the rapture of thunder, I feel the splashes of rain on my head. I look up and clear the mud out of my eyes... Lighting cracks like a whip. I gather up what stamina is left inside of me and throw that last punch- I miss. Which causes me to collapse into his chest... with both of us breathing intensely trying to salvage what oxygen we can. Lips quivering. We catch that last glance.. we hold that stare. Our minds racing so fast we can't even hold down a thought. Fear. Hesitation. Anxiety. The rain begins to surge... Shaking with anticipation. We lunge for each others lips... with each kiss there is a hiss, a wince because of a busted lip. With each thrust there is a cry let out from a bruised rib. Stallions our racing through our veins, senses heighten- we can read each others thoughts. Our clothes become a causality of the circumstances- what's left of them... We are in the wild- Hell, we are the wild... . There's a struggle for dominance but we both forfeit our rolls... there is no top no bottom no catcher no pitcher no cute sayings.... just.... us.. and the energy we submit to each other... it is laughter. it is rage. tears... It is a storm of ferocity- all around us... in us.