The hold I see
all curled up
the nighttime sky is biting
who would have ever guessed
she was fully undressed
underneath a luxurious throw.
A real fur blanket
hands are free to explore
with permission first
strong heavy hands palm
in the most deliberate of ways.
Who would have ever believed
she was fully dressed
using a fur throw
to warm her bones.
She looked up really hard
she and her upturned charms
the contrasting fur
there at her neckline
she mirrors the pulsing need
to be in her.
I crawl to get super close
careful to pay close attention
hands beg to feel
this good again.
Against a coarse whisper,
“Just once again please.”
The girl and her words
lying underneath her blanket
her faux fur throw
is beyond anything
I’ve ever felt before.
It’s come down to this
the want versus the need,
and unless you’ve never felt
the subtle differences between
polished fur and sensitive skin
your eyes may not comprehend
how first times like this
come just once.
Take a minute
appreciate the nighttime sky
the soft glowing candlelight
highlighted by her playlist.
Attention control,
eyes are all locked
on the girl
inside the fur throw.
Dragonfly Poetry 