On the prowl

Like an ocean of heat, the flames crash inside as a rough tide seeking sustenance.

One body craving another, a hunger hardly separated from the ravishment it seeks.

The sudden warmth of a misinterpretation, tis not love but more passionate and aggressive.

Spontaneous.

Rushing.

Irrational.

Something must be had, the anticipation is too much to bare.

Suddenly both are one and a storm of urges rages on until the attentions of another are caught within this sultry need, and the process starts again.