The fur uprising
On the back of what smells like love
Yet… you have to wait
Let the flair of nostril meet you
Eyes
Amber brown
I as human …feel like a feral kicking horse wanting
Drop down below my waist
Earth slows the wanting
She shows interest
Sensation to eyebrow-cheek-mouth
This being I love, has fangs
To sink into pink flesh
And yet I love her
Trust her in the distance that I am able
I run my hands over her muscular body and she submits … or better yet enjoys
the process of connection…
Eye contact is key along with sinking breath rhythms
Words fall away as sensation takes me and her….
We rise and fall as we hold eye gaze….