Cave Men by Frankie Love

Finding my best-friend is my one and only mission.
I thought maybe she’d been kidnapped, hurt, lost – I never imagined time travel.
When I slide into a prehistoric lagoon, I know she must be here. Somewhere.
But I’m not alone in this jungle.
The moment I step onto dry land, it’s not a wild animal I’m facing off.
It’s two primal, feral, filthy, dirty men.
It’s not that they need a shower. No. These men need something else.
I can see it in their eyes.
Feel it in their touch.
There’s only one thing these cave men want.
And it’s me.