When is a growl not a growl,

but rather something else?

If intimacy is the way

two souls speak

their own unique

language in the dark.

Then, she is pure darkness,

so dark and luxurious

that even my first growl

makes her thighs quiver.

And when her thighs quiver

it sets off a chain reaction

within us both.

Our bodies catapult us

to a different time and space. 

As she becomes wet

not simply moist

she is a river that bursts its banks

allowing me access

wherever I desire

and I desire much.

So I plunder

and ravage her

In every way I know

Our passion

takes us to a higher place

where we share our all