When is a growl not a growl,
but rather something else?
If intimacy is the way
two souls speak
their own unique
language in the dark.
Then, she is pure darkness,
so dark and luxurious
that even my first growl
makes her thighs quiver.
And when her thighs quiver
it sets off a chain reaction
within us both.
Our bodies catapult us
to a different time and space.
As she becomes wet
not simply moist
she is a river that bursts its banks
allowing me access
wherever I desire
and I desire much.
So I plunder
and ravage her
In every way I know
Our passion
takes us to a higher place
where we share our all
