Unleashed

Frustration seethes.
A Warm sun on a winter day.
I feel
my body.
Shackled
in cotton and polyester,
skin
is confined, Sensation subdued,
my body
touching alien material—
except
my sex.
Pressed
against a thigh,
limped by disuse -
oppression. I realize,
It, alone, is where
skin meets skin.

And I Awaken.

What do you see?
A pleasing smile,
hair trimmed, kempt,
shirt corseting
a figure?
Look closely.
I touch myself all ways.
See
my fur
bristle on second knuckles,
creep down the nape of
my neck, the trail to
my chest
and below.
Don’t you know?
I am feral.

Unleashed, I
contain endless energy,
potential to be.

Bathing
is my time
to love me.
Pale, healthy skin
stretches over
muscle—
lean, beautiful.
My proportions are right,
I am strong, virile,
not big, not small.
The archetype of man.

Time slows as my
animal vision feeds
on passing figures.
Lips to be kissed,
hair I want to
twirl, tease,
hips swing like pendulums...
Breasts!
Breasts everywhere!
Lovely, soft, warm.
They want freedom.
I want it for them.

And somewhere among the sea
is one body for me.
Which one?
She may not have
perfect symmetry,
and I will not care.
Sweating,
heaving,
panting,
feeling,
I will love her scent,
and she mine.
And we will be unfettered,
shameless,
wild.