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animal brain

February 24, 2010 Leave a comment Go to comments

As is always the case this time of month, regardless of anything else that might be going on in my life, my animal brain has taken control, with its usual tinge of urgency and need.  It’s nothing I haven’t written about repeatedly before – it seems that, if nothing else, my menstrual cycle provokes an incessant need to write.

So tonight I feel the hairs on the back of my neck rise in anticipation of a hungry mouth – of sharp teeth barely brushing against my nape.  I want to growl, to hiss, to scream, to grunt: to feel my voicebox thrumming with pleasure and with anguish, in equal measure.

Instead, instead, I am turning in early tonight in anticipation of early morning yoga.  I can only hope I will dream of running wild and naked under a cold, white moon, dry soft pine needles cushioning the soles of my feet.  Because that is the current, pit-of-my-stomach yearning of this animal brain; of this unbridled, chaotic heart.

Categories: fantasy, sex
  1. Dov
    February 25, 2010 at 9:51 am

    Sounds Like A plan

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