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Kindred
A hint, a suggestion, a word barely said The rich scent of musk and by instinct I'm led To hunt and then gather, to seek so to find A lusty companion, a kindred in kind A subtle insistence and halfway well met In tandem, desirous, a sensual mind set A tender seduction, the breaching of bounds The roar of two heartbeats muting all other sounds A whisper, then speaking, an audible shout And passions collide both within and without Fled into by instinct, led into by lust By a kindred desire and an acre of trust The rich scent of musk and the animal unchained Between the dawn and the dusk, the moment ingrained Upon psyche and senses, on our hearts and in mind A kindred companion and a pleasure so fine
By Dominie Bennion
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*Note: Be sure to check out 'Flights of Fancy'. It is my favorite page!
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