Calling

Soaring high above fertile grounds I see your eyes upon me,
Watching, waiting patiently, like a wolf
In pin-stripped clothing.

Your call is sweet
tender and warm, I hear it
flying through trees

my body burns hot
like the fire inside
ignited by carnal desire.

Swiftly you glide in
wrapping me in your arms
I struggle for a moment
then I bend,
as your lips caress
and fingertips
lift
fulfilling ecstasy begins.

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