By: Denise N. Fyffe.
Copyright © 2014, Poetess Defy, Denise N. Fyffe
sensations from this strange game,
strange the yearning for this wolf, the lioness to tame.
Strange movements, become familiar,
silk threads softer than a pillow,
pillows of soft molten flesh,
pillows that bid you to taste at its behest;
strange, scenes and strange feelings,
strange the one who captures and catapults lustful dealings;
strange the eyes, that heed to its behest,
strange the animal that rises below my chest.