Saturday, 2 March 2013

Full Moon Howl

Moonlight on silk pale skin
Heat rising with
Every,
Single,
Touch …
Muscles alter tense,
Steam rising,
Condensing against
The cool, night air…
Drips
Trailing
Down
Each
Smooth
Curve
Legs, and hips taught
Hands gripped,
Talons digged,
Dragged
Luscious
Liquid
Release
Across veins
And glands …
Then, from deep,
A wailing howl,
A name,
A passion,
Slamming,
All is giving,
Open.
Full moon,
Reflected
In midnight eyes
Back to mine
And then into slumber
Between
A radiant star blanket
And earth
We are wrapped,
Together.

1 comment:

  1. Beautiful poem (though I'm biased, I love werewolves). :)

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