I wrote this some time ago and jst sent it to a girl I am really interested in.
Young Coyotes
The sun above heats them more. The bottoms of their feet sting, digging into the path between the brush. The sweet pungent odor of sage and dust fills their noses and blurs their vision; igniting their instincts in the California canyons. Rust-red sandstone erosion creates giant veins over the earth's surface; dry and petrified, this is an ancient land.
A Santa Ana summer day in late August; the season has nearly spent itself. Warm, arid winds blow through the valley enfolding their bodies. Dirt and fragrant leaves perfume the musk from their skin. He smells her blood as he follows her; a scent like honey, he can taste the smell. He quickens upon her as her breath becomes heavy and dry; she continues only to be pursued. He hungers for her and his mouth opens as he moves faster toward her. His legs are scratched, thrusting through tumbleweeds and chaparral. He feels the torturous thorns pierce into him as he nears her. The stinging in his limbs excites him, sand burns his eyes and throat.
She stops and allows herself to be caught, she turns her head to watch him approach. Exposing them to the fire above, a burning hotter than the sun scorched inside her. Her body cramped and cried for soothing; she knew now where the fire's intensity was as he pressed against her. Pure, overwhelming agony and triumph filled her as his body cooled and inflamed her fire simultaneously. No pleasure had been in life that equaled now as he opened her to him. She had never known the hunt, only tasted the fresh sweetness of warm blood. She had wanted to kill, she knew what it meant; the chase, the snare, the mouth stopping the heart it held between its jaws. He was hers - she knew that.
She felt his teeth nip her shoulder blade; a painful-pleasurable surge of energy throbbed in her veins. She jerked back meeting his thrusts; her head pounded and her hands grabbed fistfuls of dirt beneath her, her knees scraped against twigs and rocks in the thicket where they were. She could feel the sand between the nails of her toes. There escaped a high-pitched, dull sound from her lips, piercing his ears, sharpening his senses to her fulfillment. She tasted the acrid climate of the desert in her dry mouth as her voice cracked, releasing another long sigh. He closed his eyes and saw the orange hued impressions of the southwestern landscape surrounding them. In his mind he still saw her convulsions beating rhythmically with his exertions. She felt another bite, in her ecstasy and internal vibrations. Her flesh burned hot from another sensation; a different current flowed within her, her sight blackened. She was enraptured by an epileptic spasm as her body tensed rigid. In synchronism with her pause, he flushed and quivered, everything became silent as his essence unleashed inside her. He trembled, his fingertips touched along the smooth surface of her ribs and back; he was aware or nothing else at that moment except the tiny hairs on her spine. Birds chirped near by them, the sun and wind warmed them, the peace all around was undisturbed by the explosion of passion between them.
Perspiration soaked his back, chest and legs. Hidden lungs gasped for air. He collapsed beside her, her body limply contoured his as it followed him down to the ground. She was motionless laying there, he still remembered the forceful pressure released against him from her excitement, the firmness of her body's inside clamping around him.
A rattling near them was the first thing to bring him out of a languid stupor. He sprang up and looked around; he suddenly was keenly aware of his nakedness, exposed and vulnerable. His breath caught as he looked down at her still dreaming. His eyes focused sharply on the two tiny punctures in her thigh, he sought signs of life in her as he gazed along her figure to her expressionless face. Everything was taken away from him. For her, nothing could have remained.
Young Coyotes
The sun above heats them more. The bottoms of their feet sting, digging into the path between the brush. The sweet pungent odor of sage and dust fills their noses and blurs their vision; igniting their instincts in the California canyons. Rust-red sandstone erosion creates giant veins over the earth's surface; dry and petrified, this is an ancient land.
A Santa Ana summer day in late August; the season has nearly spent itself. Warm, arid winds blow through the valley enfolding their bodies. Dirt and fragrant leaves perfume the musk from their skin. He smells her blood as he follows her; a scent like honey, he can taste the smell. He quickens upon her as her breath becomes heavy and dry; she continues only to be pursued. He hungers for her and his mouth opens as he moves faster toward her. His legs are scratched, thrusting through tumbleweeds and chaparral. He feels the torturous thorns pierce into him as he nears her. The stinging in his limbs excites him, sand burns his eyes and throat.
She stops and allows herself to be caught, she turns her head to watch him approach. Exposing them to the fire above, a burning hotter than the sun scorched inside her. Her body cramped and cried for soothing; she knew now where the fire's intensity was as he pressed against her. Pure, overwhelming agony and triumph filled her as his body cooled and inflamed her fire simultaneously. No pleasure had been in life that equaled now as he opened her to him. She had never known the hunt, only tasted the fresh sweetness of warm blood. She had wanted to kill, she knew what it meant; the chase, the snare, the mouth stopping the heart it held between its jaws. He was hers - she knew that.
She felt his teeth nip her shoulder blade; a painful-pleasurable surge of energy throbbed in her veins. She jerked back meeting his thrusts; her head pounded and her hands grabbed fistfuls of dirt beneath her, her knees scraped against twigs and rocks in the thicket where they were. She could feel the sand between the nails of her toes. There escaped a high-pitched, dull sound from her lips, piercing his ears, sharpening his senses to her fulfillment. She tasted the acrid climate of the desert in her dry mouth as her voice cracked, releasing another long sigh. He closed his eyes and saw the orange hued impressions of the southwestern landscape surrounding them. In his mind he still saw her convulsions beating rhythmically with his exertions. She felt another bite, in her ecstasy and internal vibrations. Her flesh burned hot from another sensation; a different current flowed within her, her sight blackened. She was enraptured by an epileptic spasm as her body tensed rigid. In synchronism with her pause, he flushed and quivered, everything became silent as his essence unleashed inside her. He trembled, his fingertips touched along the smooth surface of her ribs and back; he was aware or nothing else at that moment except the tiny hairs on her spine. Birds chirped near by them, the sun and wind warmed them, the peace all around was undisturbed by the explosion of passion between them.
Perspiration soaked his back, chest and legs. Hidden lungs gasped for air. He collapsed beside her, her body limply contoured his as it followed him down to the ground. She was motionless laying there, he still remembered the forceful pressure released against him from her excitement, the firmness of her body's inside clamping around him.
A rattling near them was the first thing to bring him out of a languid stupor. He sprang up and looked around; he suddenly was keenly aware of his nakedness, exposed and vulnerable. His breath caught as he looked down at her still dreaming. His eyes focused sharply on the two tiny punctures in her thigh, he sought signs of life in her as he gazed along her figure to her expressionless face. Everything was taken away from him. For her, nothing could have remained.