She unravels the most masculine instincts within me. A simple look, a simple touch, or a simple kiss and she brings forth a storm inside me. A pure force of desire, unrestricted, unhindered, consuming my mind and all my thoughts. A violent obsession to have her, as this thought proliferates through out my mind, impacting my senses and controlling all of my actions. I sense a growl inside me as if a caged animal lurks within. I want her now. I do not want to make love to her. I want to mark her like an animal marks his territory. Imprint my mark inside her mind, on her soul and onto her body so that she will know that she is mine. To kiss her from the back of her neck and move gradually down her spine. To forcefully grab her hands so she will know the strength of a man. To touch her lips and bite her skin. To do whatever I want in the most gentle, intricate and forceful of ways she could think of. So she will realize that she is free and yet my prisoner; a captive of her own will.