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
Forest.
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
Ahead
Civilise this animal
In human shape
Fuck me into gentility
I will anoint your feet
Afterwards
If you can manage
The hot, wet
Trick
Of
It.
mmmm – love this
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