Jul
26th
Thu
26th
The Scent of Her
The scent of her lingers
I could track her as the wolf
Tracks its prey
Over rocks and through streams
I would pursue her
Till the pads on my paws were broken and bloody
I would follow her
Follow that delicious smell, that aphrodisiac on the air
I would pounce
Losing myself in her soft hot flesh
Drink her up until
My thirst was sated
Then lie quietly in her embrace
Soft breezes carrying away the heat of
Our coupling
