Release.
I used to be alive. I don't know what I am now. A mere existence? I feel like I'm living in the shadows of my own life. Giving in to the monotony of what mankind let manifest.
There's a restlessness within me that needs no soothing but open spaces to let go, to run, to seize! To jump into the arms of the wild, to allow the prowess of the limbs of the lioness to grasp at the manes of her passion, to embody the fire in her eyes and the spirit in her soul. Its been too long, laying dormant letting the restless winds howl, allowing the hunger in my throat to burn And the glint in my eyes to flash. There's been silence for far too long, a pressure that's blocked the caves and a wave threatening to break the craggy parched rocks.
The Devil in me hasn't had the chance to cause chaos and release me to my open stride. To release me from the architecture d corporal symphony and into the wilderness where my heart reigns.
'Yes I've tamed you for far too long haven't I?' I purr at the danger waiting to flood my abode. In response I succumb to the pleasures of its feral snarl, guttural at its best. 'You need to prowl,' My voice tempts its core. I caress its throbbing veins and whisper close to its puckered up ears, 'Release.'
