The Tigress

Gypsy Kings Viento del Arena

Clouds building billows
Across night sky as
The hunter hungry

Gazed upon his prize

Like a tigress

She lay

Finely formed skin

Supple soft recline

Enchanting to his mind

While she

Waiting for his eyes

To betray

In distraction

For in eyes hidden

Lies her tensioned

Call to action

To pounce

To consume

To animal possess

To feel the heat

The struggle

Of flesh

To flesh

That she so longed

To caress

 

In the distance the thunder rolled

He approached

To feel

Skin soft tremble

At the touch electric

Absorbed the burning heat

Though unable
Ready

To meet

The tigress pounce
With no retreat

Tiny drops began to fall

Wetting all
Save the burning fire

Pure, holy, consuming heat
That glowed fierce in her eyes
Traveling down to enflamed lips

Dripping passion
No retraction

No retreat
Burning contact

Mouths transfixed

Speaking words unspoken

In the Passion play

With the audience of the full moon
Bright encouraging the ravenous holds

Drawing the other tight

In the lightning crescendo

Her gentle soft

Touching caress

His hard firm chest

Longing to draw the two into one

His hands slow rise

Sliding under fabric

Finding a touch of lace

As his lips travel

To explore her face

Tracing lines along

Her jaw so strong

So heated

So dripping with desire

And the storm has only begun