A Bear Skin Rug
Winter's chilling blast blows through the open door
Wildly whipping the dancing flames
Your silken robe lounges languidly over the chair's arm
As it stands guard over the mighty creature's skin
Warm, white, and inviting
It beckons us with its warmth
Fingers entwined, daring not a release
Your warm lips speak to me without a word
I lay you down
Drink in your intoxicating beauty
The howling wind and crackling fire fade into nothing
There is only you
And me
My hands touch you
Feel you
Explore you
Every inch of your silken form
My lips retrace their journey
Every stop along the way
Driving my desire
Fueling my passion
Again our eyes meet
Our lips reclaim their prizes
My intentions are clear
You yield to them
Our union, fantastic
Yet forbidden
Still we cannot resist
Nature's attraction is too powerful
Amplified to animalistic lust
By the presence of our only witness
The once mighty beast whose hide
Now houses the burning blaze of our passion
As our bodies join in the amber glow
It suddenly becomes clear
My intentions mirrored yours
All along.
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