Emotion Raw
Paws blessed paws, caressed.
A blushing muzzle, her face
Her breats alive, with each breath
A kiss upon perfection
Bore a rise of pulse
To coach a sultry moan
Across a mellow breath of wine
She knew; He sensed
With easing loose a clasp of lace
Another sign of her relenting
Wild the play of eyes;
A fuller glide of fur
She felt the now begin--
His swell, intention in the sigh
And so to hedge his move upon the cue-
The cry of deep anticipation
Touching all he saw-
Tho' not for us to veiw;
Arrived emtion raw