The Lion within,
I remember being a young boy having an insatiable longing to be lost in the wilderness. Id come home beaten bruised scarred and tattered from the days adventure in the brush. Laying on the floor of my room overwhelmed still being able to smell the trees, the grass, my sweat. The smell of the wild within my deepest self. A self that through most of my adulthood I had to cage and tie away for its not the norm in this vanilla world for a man to forget the responsibilities of the 9-5 and find himself in the wilderness.The lion within clawing to establish dominance in my life… Using moments of ecstasy to his favor. Waiting until I was my most vulnerable to push my resolve. Using my hunger for the wilderness against me. Using my most powerful sense against me, scent. The smell of what I’ve come to find as my prey’s fear, excitement and release of endorphins would send me into an uncontrollable frenzy of snarling growling roaring biting and clawing my prey’s flesh. Lost in my deepest self completely free. The scent of my prey’s pussy would even further drive me to the wild, to the animal living in that deep place within myself. A frenzy that would leave my prey completely exhausted, astonished, confused, intrigued but the most prevalent and common emotion; fear.Fear of being ravished and raped, fear of the animal breaking from his ties knocking down his cage door fully free to roam and dominate the world. Seeing that fear in their eyes would further cause me to cage the lion within. Building a stronger cage door locking my true self even deeper. Thinking I’ve finally got ahold of something that was never supposed to be held but a side of myself that was always meant to roam the wild of my heart.
