Having a friend by - (Prose Addendum)
The ever-wonderful Tristan Black Wolf looked at a smutty commission of mine (the colored version of which can be found below, as well as here) and wrote some prose that is far, far too classy (in my humble opinion) for it. Still, it's more than lovely, and I just had to share it with everyone (with expression permission by the poet himself)!
Please go stop by and look at more of Tristan's work; it's really worth it!
The view from here is mighty fine;
It sends a shiver up his spine...
This otter craves the fine feline,
And I'll use my tongue to make him mine.
Soon his moon and my comet shall align,
The stars will swoon at our cosmic sign,
Planetary lust shall our bodies define,
Uniting at last into love divine...
Worshiped and worshiper, each to each,
In consummate loving, we mortals beseech
The infinite, finite just past our reach...
No longer the truth. May passion impeach
The ignoble belief, that figure of speech:
Our hearts make walls to resist all breech.
You took, sweet otter, what I offered that day;
How could I have known that you'd run away
With my heart? Would I have something diff'rent to say,
Had I merely giv'n up my tail to the play?
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No... you did not steal me, in part or in whole;
I gave myself to you, heart, body, and soul.
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I love you...