Ode to the White Lady
This is a little poem I did as a tribute to the White Lady, a white furred, nine tailed Kitsune and the mother of all Kitsunes. I have always been very fond of Kitsune for some reason, wanting to be one myself, someday.
Ode to the White Lady
By Furryhart 05/03/2015
Fur as white, as the new fallen snow, on a slender body long and lean, you walk, a picture of beauty and grace, as if on a cloud unseen.
White lady, nine tail all about you, more beautiful than mortal women, I love you, though you know me not and to you, my life would be given.
For just one night to lay down beside you and gaze upon your beauty fair, I would risk my life for your desire and to you my soul I would bare.
To touch your white furred body and kiss your sweet black lips, would set my soul afire. To hold you in my loving arms and make sweet love to you, my one and only desire.
Oh lady if you hear my call, like the longing howl of a wolf of old, then come to me tonight and let us take flight, on a journey, more precious than gold.
The White Lady (In mid form)
Her soft white furred face, most fair and wonderful of all her charms, is a pleasure to behold. Her eyes are of blue sapphires burning bright, her white furred ears, tall and proud. Her white furred cheeks, fanning out of either side of her head, are soft and warm, down to her soft white furred muzzle that tapers pleasantly down to her velvety soft black nose. Her whiskers like the glistening silk of a spiders web, fan out in the breeze and her soft black lips are soft, warm, and inviting.
Her long, white furred neck glides down to her slender white furred shoulders to her soft sleek white furred back. Her soft white furred arms, slender and graceful, moves fluently and have small delicate hand with four nimble fingers and a thumb, all tipped with small black rounded claws. Her soft furred breasts, supple and yet firm underneath, adds to her charms with their pert velvety soft black nipples. Her waist, slender and lean, leads down to her firm soft furred belly and her curvaceous hips that glides so gracefully, when she walks.
Her mound, with its thick soft silky white fur, hides her treasures, black, moist, and velvety soft. Her white furred rump, soft and supple, swing so sensually as she walks and is adorned with her thick soft furred tails, nine to count, all fanning out behind her and moving gracefully, as she moves. Her soft white furred legs, long and lean, move with an utter gracefulness and taper down to her dainty digitigrade paws, with four little toes, tipped with short black rounded claws.