Thinking of You-A short freeform poem
#4 of Poetry
This was just a small idea I had knocking around my head that I thought I would get out. It's meant to kinda follow the flow of the two foxes as they become more comfortable being intimate with each other.
Thinking of You
A pair of foxes sit on the bed,
both too shy to look each other in the eye.
Wasn't this uncharacteristic?
Foxes being known for their renown in this area.
And yet the silence hung heavy around them.
One goes to speak but blushes and turns away.
The other tries to meet his gaze but finds only heat rise to his cheeks.
They knew what they wanted but were too afraid to ask.
Tails swish slowly in excitement and anticipation.
The one fox decides enough is enough and reaches out for the other's hand,
grasping it gently between his paw pads.
He tells him that he couldn't help himself, that the thought of holding his hand
was too great a weight to bear.
And then he thought of how much he wanted him to hold him.
To feel his orange fur brush against his softly, gently.
And he thought of the joy in hearing him whisper sweet nothings as he nibbled on his neck.
And then a pesky thought of how he would taste ran through his mind.
What would his tongue feel like next to his own?
Before he knew it, they had rolled off the bed and onto the floor.
The one fox above and the other below
reaching and grasping for each other in a mad frenzy.
They couldn't get enough it seemed, always pulling closer before pulling apart again.
He thought of how lovely it would be to hold onto his hips as their sweat and fur mingled,
inching them closer to release.
A panting, huffing as tongues hung out of open mouths pleading for more.
He couldn't focus, everything became a blur.
Black paws curled in bliss.
As the sensations swirled around him, he could only feel the beating of his heart
match the ferocity of his partner's movements.
As the glow faded, the foxes held each other closer than they ever dared before
and slipped into a warm dream.