Monday, October 24, 2011

feminine feline

she stretched herself across his torso
cat like, she was cold, but willing

she longed to run her nails down his back
cat like, she wanted to mark him

she wanted to feel his hands in her hair,
cat like, her mane was abounding

she often slipped out, long before the dawn,
cat like, she was disappearing

she dreamed free when the moon was high
cat like, she belonged to no one

she was by his side when he woke in the morn
cat like, her body warmed him

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Winter Thrills

The girl stood before him, the length of her moss green overcoat swaying gently in the wind. It was a beautiful coat, one that held her waist with a large satin sash and gracefully skimmed past her knees. The coat was so large that it hid whatever she was wearing beneath it, but it was so lovely that it didn't matter what she was wearing beneath it. Coats are lovely that way, he thought.

The wind rushed into her face and she squeezed her eyes shut to avoid the dust trail. He just lay there, holding her gaze the way a hunter stares down a gazelle before the kill.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Love & Blood

Lovers, like leeches, find the space to leave their marks; on you skin,
or on your heart.