Hot, Wet Trick

Pull your cloak

Tighter against the cold

The path writhes

Beneath your feet

Trees swaying against

The sharp cold winds

But your pure heart

Burns with want

Seeking danger and 

Play through the 


I found you hours ago

My fur

My want

Keeps me warm

Claws ready to rend 

Your clothes away

Rough,soft tongue

Eager to taste you

In long, slow caresses

You make a monster of me

Yet here we are

And how I will

Pin you to my bed

Make you surrender

And contort with

A pleasure as complete

As the dawn

Which remains

So far, far


Civilise this animal

In human shape

Fuck me into gentility

I will anoint your feet


If you can manage 

The hot, wet




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