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.