    "My Lover's Eyes"
    ...a poem by Actaeon

    Posted December 24, 1996

    I gaze into my lover's eyes;
    Her tongue slides up to mine.
    I bend to hold her in my arms;
    I hear her eager whine.
    She wants me in, she wants me soon,
    She champs her jaws in lust;
    My love for her grows ever long;
    I give in to her trust.
    I enter with a silent sigh;
    I feel her warm caress;
    Her body wraps around my own
    And into her I press.
    First down, until the ring I find,
    As she lays back in bed;
    Then forward as her paws embrace
    My shoulders and my head.
    I rest a moment as I gaze
    Below me at my love.
    I shift my hips an inch or two;
    She gives a playful shove.
    She lifts herself into my lap,
    Which hovers in the night;
    I ease her down and lick her face;
    She licks back, to my delight.
    I run my fingers through her fur
    As we exchange a kiss.
    My eyes begin to drift and sway;
    Such simple joy is this.
    With pounding hearts and shaking legs,
    We start our tandem ride.
    At first it's slow and silent
    'Till our joy has smoothed the glide.
    To be embraced by loving womb:
    A sense words can't convey.
    I feel her fur against my chest
    As she begins to play.
    She rises up and sets the pace,
    To let me know I'm hers.
    My lover's free to own my heart;
    She's why that organ stirs.
    I slide my feet together as
    Her legs rise in the air;
    She has a flair for rhythm
    And she takes me then and there.
    I let her have her way with me;
    To curb her I'd not try.
    She swallows me from end to end,
    With hunger none too shy.
    Too soon, too joyous soon, she finds
    My second chakra primed.
    With practiced art, she brings it off;
    Her own is likewise timed.
    I find myself with panting mouth,
    Pressed tightly to her own;
    My eyes and hers are locked in place;
    We both release a moan.
    When human lips are joined as one,
    The face, too close, blurs out.
    My lover's face is clear and crisp
    Beyond her silky snout.
    Within her never-blinking orbs
    I see her angel soul.
    I see the place she has with me;
    I know her vital role.
    She is my love, and I am hers;
    Together we shall live.
    Until the day Time ends our days,
    My heart to her I'll give.

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