She’s a rare bird, untamed and wild

Who makes me smile

With the intensity of a climax

Fierce and raw and savage

And strangely tender, too.

Funny how freeing it is

To be on the business end of a leash

Proudly paraded around the park in pink panties.

Oh, in a perfect world,

Where judges were but wisps of cotton candy

That would be my chosen place…

A bird, (I said) but so much more;

Running across the plains, hooves thundering

Free and unfettered.

Or.

Padding silently through darkness,

Teeth and claws gleaming, eyes glittering

Leaving her mark on me,

Not just my flesh, but so much deeper.

Or.

Holding me as I climax, fingers about my throat

Reminding me that I am owned,

Not by the shadows that creep at night

But by the bright light

Of the stars spread across the sky

Like glitter.