kitty the naughty poet

Him.

Desire streams from wolf-like eyes

glittering yellow suns in the darkness

two pinpricks in the night

howling up at the moon of your life.

 

Running through the bush with your nose down low sniffing out your prey.

 

Tantric lust intertwined with longing

pours from tantalising fingertips

interlocking predator and prey

wrapping them up in the sun and stars

planted in the moonlights open arms