Beneath the silver glare of Luna’s glow, Where shadows pulse and wild instincts grow, I press you down, your body a flame, A feral dance where we shed all shame.

Teeth graze flesh, a possessive claim, A whispered growl as you moan my name. Nails rake skin, leaving crimson trails, A lover’s hunt where only hunger prevails.

The rhythm builds, raw and obscene, Echoing cries in the night’s serene. Your mouth devours, my thighs ignite, A primal feast under moonlit light.

The forest quivers to our untamed song, Each thrust a pulse, savage and strong. Your breath breaks into shattered pleas, A symphony woven in tangled trees.

When the frenzy peaks in a final howl, Our bodies collapse, sated and foul. Luna smiles, her light still gleams— Witness to passion born of wild dreams.

Give me something primal. Raw. Passionate. Never ending.