Song of the Wolves
I look deep into your soulful eyes as you
run your hands across my face.
I feel love in the air in the charismatic
place.
I softly run my lips across your neck, as
you tenderly pull me into your embrace.
I can feel the wind blowing my hair across
your back, wrapping around our bodies like Venus' lace.
The sensation builds within us like two
wolves within the night.
Trees bowing in our wake, as we dance to
the tune of our bodies in the dimly lit moon light.
I run my nails softly into the palms of
your hands,
Our love finds the flames of passion, and
burns in it's stance.
I feel you run your foot along my leg, as
I roll over into your tender arms.
I am moved into your emotional cage
deeply, and all consumed by your manly charms.
Hot and steamy as you look deeply into my
eyes, there seems to be no physical words to say.
But the wolves softly howl to the
pheromones our bodies seems to release as our love making comes into
play.
As the sensation grow and build to an
explosive point inside,
Till their eyes shine in the night of red
and gold as do the sister wolves of the woods, as the pleasure explodes
in their bodies and minds.
They collapse into one another's arms
satisfied in each other, as they have become whole as one, heart, body,
and soul.
And as they lay their weary bodies back
upon the great rock, the night air is filled with the music of the wolf
that makes their bond completely whole.
June 28, 2006
Poem © by Penny Waterloo Midi playing: Lost in your Eyes
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