Rascal

She drops the dress to the floor
I make my way through the tangled fabric
Find her warm smooth leg to caress
Weaving in and out of her silkiness as I rub and she smiles
Her bare skin, blue from the glow of the television
As she slips into something more comfortable and takes me to her bed
She climbs in and sighs as I mount her and make my space
Massaging the area I want to embrace
She rubs my head and works her hand down my body
“What a good boy you are.” She rolls me off her
And into the night, I am gone to hunt
But not with a roar so I do not wake her
Instead, I whisper warnings for I am her mighty protector.


© 2009 Miss Blue