A strong wave
Of musk
Blue eyes
Like those of a tiger
Lord
White skin
Seems cold
Gleams like a pale fish
In foul water
Lean strength
Like a panther
Master
Dark devil
Shadows dancing
Touch of velvet
Voice of silk
Seduction so sweet
A prisoner of will
Sharp teeth
Like those of a cougar
King
As I look up to the full moon in the bejeweled winter sky, I hear the echoing scream of a lynx in the mountains and feel your heart pound against my tender skin. All around is the dark-wine scent of fallen roses. Our breath smokes from our lips and your shadow pools around us like spilt blood.
So this is what it is to love then.
WindChaser
1998