.blood.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

-Sonnet XI, Pablo Neruda

So…every time I am amongst friends and we have a few drinks the inevitable happens and we begin talking about sex, our turn-ons, turn-offs, etc. While we all may be into different things — one topic where I always seem to be left alone is on the topic of blood. Nothing to me is sexier than to be so raw with animalistic passion, to want to devour every single savory inch of your lover, including the essence of what keeps them alive…the blood flowing through their veins. Fingernails digging in/scratching the skin, a bite that may be a little too hard resulting in the trickling* of the blood that is now on my lips, my tongue, then swallowed straight inside to the core of me… very erotic…

I have tried to communicate this at dinners, parties with my social group and I am met with blank stares… But one search through Google and I see I am not alone in my views on this…When I am in love, I feel violent in my passion for my lover…Mixed in with the mutual trust and admiration, I see no harm in tasting the sweetness of their life’s essence and vice versa…

I love the above poem by Neruda, I think it so adequately describes that feeling we have inside when we are so crazy and intense because of the sheer lust we have for the other person…We truly revert back to our primal instincts hunting, eyes fixated -pupils dilated onto our lover’s body …before we completely and totally ravage them…

*I must note -I do mean a trickle, I am not an extremist ;) Some true fetishes are a little much… even for me…

Anyway…now for the music.

I’ve loved this song for years — I think it is primal sounding and appropriate ;)

It’s Alpha – Firefly (Receiver Mix).  Most people (including me) got this song through Limewire under the title – Portishead – Music to F**k to… Not Portishead obviously…

Halcyon days
Pine the roadways
Got to let you know
And I walk the way the wind blows
Softly in clouds of envy
I see those eyes
Fireflies in time

Don’t ask for anything more
There’s no room in my life

I may come back and edit this with another song selection ;)

Tags: alpha, blood, blood play, erotic, firefly, receiver mix, Sex