Out in the field, I chase you,
my paws feeling the reeds, yellow and green,
earth on my feet, sun warming my heart,
you look back for a moment,making sure I follow,
your scent travels to me in the breeze,
I can smell your body, and curves,
you blood pumping with excitement, beneath your soft skin,
closing in on my prey, fixed on you,
the chase, the hunt, it has all come to this,
for me and you.
I was never much into it, but you insisted it will be fun, “totally worth it!”. So here we are.
You put on some music, and sit down facing me. A relaxed pose, and I copy. You tie your hair up, your chest stretches, full underneath that top. I watch your clothes and how your body moves beneath them.
Yoga is an experience. From what I’ve heard it’s for chicks who want to get better at lovin’.
The rhythm in the background guides the tempo of out movements. changing from one pose to the next. Holding, feeling the stretch, my body opening up.
I am at my desk when you come in, and flutter down onto my bed. Your dress spreads out like a squashed balloon. I get the impression that I was meant to be somewhere today. But as I do, I get caught up in my work.
You look over the large fruit bowl on the coffee table in the middle of the room. Selecting carefully an apple from the pile. I can hear crunching as you enjoy a few bites, covering your mouth with a finger as you chew.
“So are we going to do this?” You say.
I look up, swing my chair around. Before taking a final look at my work. I pick up a piece of fruit in answer to your question.
BENT ON LOVE 