She wanted the sex to lurk around her like some snarling, captured animal. She wanted her heart to throb in her chest with a steady, burning beat, adrenaline teeming through every vein of her electric body.
She and the beast were two prisoners thrown into the pitted center of a gladiator’s ring. The beauty of the creature slouched menacingly around her, sizing her up, two naked warriors. She fought without a helmet, without a breastplate, without shoes or sword, like all her mothers that had come before her. She fought with only the searing touch only a woman has.
Fires did start. Explosions did occur. She came out on top.
She was freed.
09 February 2009
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