She looks up at me
from upon the floor
so soft as wings of owl
they wonder exactly what i see
she grins at me as i lock the door...
pleasant roaring? nay just growl.

her fangs bite into my neck
lightly so, but blood still flow
to more than just my wound....
she makes my body wreck
even more than she could know
our howls now entuned.

she rides through the night,
trots and gallops i am her steed
ferocios passion, she rides yet more
tense i crumble, and liquid moonlight
ina room with no windows, finally freed
i struggle to breathe, can't take much more.

she rides unhindered for a moment longer
til she convulse, contract, collapse upon my chest
roar? nay she purrs, such soft a sound
rough we breathe, mine arms around her
she's done her part, now i the rest...
i know in my heart i love this one, and love was found