I hear your wings
their regular rhythm
as you approach
and now you are here
between my legs
your white smooth neck
rubbing the golden triangle of fur
and I hope
in my wildest dreams
that you will stay
and do what I know you want
please me, delight me
take me higher,
to the stars,
lead me to feel
the depth of
burning desire
and ecstasy.
Inspired by Sammi Cox’ Weekend Writing Prompt
Image source: Karol Bak’s Gallery
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