Savage

A poem that glimpses into primal sexual urges and redefines what it means to be human.

Love is a savage beauty.

It is the Lioness tearing

her prey to shreds, it is

using that mouth to bathe

her lover.

Take your sharp nails
and mark your territory
along my canvas back.
Sink teeth into neck,
shed blood and then kiss
my lips with tenderness.

We are animals, underneath
the layers of clothing and
human touch, and I crave
a savage love in you.

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Amazingly feral and yet sensual!

[Gio S.P.]

Thank you so much for taking the time out to read this and give insight! Be well, friend.

[Tom McRoberts]

Very nice. Carnal and passionate writing here, Gio. I particularly enjoyed the last line, it's simple but you detailed savagery so wonderfully throughout the poem that the word packs a mighty punch in the climax.

[Gio S.P.]

Tom, again, thank you so much for your words of positivity. I will take your words and use them as fuel to better my writing and to create a more vivid painting for the audience. Positive vibes!

[marcus]

We are just another kind of animal, the most savage of all, human!

[Gio S.P.]

I agree. No matter how far from our roots we choose to go, we will never lose the primal instinct - the rawness in us - that is savage.